"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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Jake didn't hesitate, his freckled knees hit the mat with a dull thud, palms already sliding up Liam's muscular thighs before the older wrestler could smirk. The contrast between their bodies was stark under the locker room fluorescents: Liam's towering frame cast shadows over Jake's leaner form, his caramel skin gleaming where sweat still clung to the carved ridges of his abs. Jake's tongue darted out first, tracing the thick vein running along the underside of Liam's cock with deliberate slowness, his green eyes flicking upward to watch Liam's jaw tighten. The junior's shaft twitched against Jake's lips, the pronounced downward curve making the flushed tip brush Jake's chin when he leaned in closer.
Liam's scent flooded Jake's senses as he nuzzled the coarse black curls at the base. His fingers splayed across Liam's hips, thumbs digging into the sharp V as he inhaled deeply, memorizing the way Liam's muscles jumped under his touch. The foreskin had retracted fully now, revealing the slick pink head beading precum that Jake lapped up with a hum, savoring the bitter tang. Liam's groan rumbled above him, fingers tangling roughly in Jake's ginger curls as he guided him forward, the thick crown pressing insistently against Jake's lips.
"Open," Liam ordered, his voice rough. Jake obeyed with a smirk, letting the weight of Liam's cock stretch his lips wide before taking him deeper, his throat working around the intrusion. The heat was overwhelming and Liam's skin felt scorching against Jake's tongue, the musky taste of him coating Jake's palate as he hollowed his cheeks. Spit dripped down Jake's chin when he pulled back slightly, swirling his tongue around the frenulum just to hear Liam hiss, the grip in his hair turning punishing.
Above him, Liam's body was a study in restrained power. His pecs flexed with each ragged breath, sweat trailing down the deep groove between them to pool in his navel. His shoulders were broad enough to block the flickering light, the tattoos on his biceps stretching as he fisted one hand in Jake's hair and palmed his own cock with the other. The thick black curls at his groin were damp with sweat, clinging to Jake's forehead as he nosed closer, inhaling the heady scent of Liam's arousal. Every inch of him was dense muscle, from the globe-like swell of his ass to the corded thickness of his thighs, and Jake worshiped it all, his free hand sliding around to grip Liam's ass cheek, kneading the firm flesh as he swallowed him down again.
Lima's hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock hitting the back of Jake's throat with a wet choke. "Fuck, Riley," he gritted out, his abs rippling as Jake's nose pressed into his pelvis. "You take it so good." His praise was laced with pleasure as he fucked into Jake's mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging a muffled groan from Jake's chest. The younger wrestler's freckled shoulders trembled with effort, his fingers leaving crescent marks on Liam's thighs as he struggled to keep up, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
Jake's own cock ached between his legs, but he ignored it, too focused on the way Liam's balls tightened against his chin, the way his thighs tensed like he was holding back. Saliva dripped down Jake's neck as he pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and red, only to dive back in, tonguing the slit before swallowing Liam whole again. The vibrations of his moan made Liam curse, his hips stuttering forward as he lost rhythm, his control fraying at the edges.
Asher watched from inches away, his dark eyes locked on the way Jake's throat bulged around Liam's girth, his own cock twitching against his thigh.
Liam's fingers tightened in Jake's hair, yanking him off his cock with a wet pop. His dark eyes flicked down to Asher, still kneeling motionless beside them, his broad shoulders tense under his sweat-damp singlet. "The fuck you waiting for, Kovac?" Liam's voice was rough with arousal, his lips curling into a smirk as he gestured at his own naked form. "You think this is a spectator sport? Get fucking naked."
Asher's throat worked as he swallowed hard, his dark gaze darting from Liam's cock that was still glistening with Jake's spit to Jake's flushed face. The ginger was panting, lips swollen and slick, green eyes bright with challenge as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, Ash," Jake taunted, his voice hoarse from deepthroating. "Or you scared?"
Asher's jaw clenched, but his fingers were already moving, gripping the straps of his singlet with white-knuckled tension. The fabric peeled away from his sweat-slicked torso slowly, revealing the dense musculature beneath, the coiled power of his wrestler's frame, the olive skin sheening under the locker room lights. Liam's smirk deepened as more skin came into view, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when Asher finally yanked the singlet down past his hips, letting it pool around his knees.
The reveal was worth the wait. Asher's cock sprang free, thick and uncut, the flushed head already leaking against his stomach. The sheer size of it made Liam exhale sharply through his nose, his grip tightening unconsciously on Jake's shoulder. "Fuck," Liam muttered, eyes raking over Asher's body with open hunger. "Nothing quite like a monster cock in the morning."
Liam stepped forward until he crowded into Asher's space, their bodies nearly touching. His fingers traced the line of Asher's collarbone, then down the center of his chest, stopping just above his navel. "Don't hold out on me, freshman," Liam murmured, his voice dropping into something darker. His thumb brushed the head of Asher's cock, smearing precum across the slit. Asher's breath hitched audibly, his hips twitching forward into the touch.
Jake watched from his knees, biting his lower lip hard enough to leave marks. The sight of Liam handling Asher like this sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. His fingers itched to reach out, to claim, but he stayed put, letting Liam take the lead for once.
Liam's smirk turned predatory as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Asher's ear. "On the mat," he ordered, voice barely above a whisper but leaving no room for argument. "Now."
Asher hesitated for half a second, just long enough for Liam to grip his jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. "Or do I need to make you?"
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose, then dropped onto all fours, his muscular back flexing as he crawled toward the nearest wrestling mat. Liam watched him go with undisguised satisfaction, his cock twitching against his stomach. He glanced down at Jake, still kneeling at his feet, and jerked his chin toward Asher. "You too, Riley. Unless you'd rather watch."
Jake's grin was all teeth as he pushed to his feet. "Like hell," he muttered, following Asher with quick, eager strides.
Liam trailed behind them, his gaze locked on the way Asher's ass flexed with every movement, the globes firm and round under his tan skin. He palmed himself absently, stroking his cock in time with their steps. By the time they reached the mat, he was fully hard again, his breath coming faster.
"Turn over," Liam commanded, nudging Asher's hip with his foot. When Asher rolled onto his back, Liam's eyes raked over his broad chest, the trail of dark hair leading down to his cock, the thick thighs spread in unconscious invitation. Liam's tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Good. Now stay put."
Jake settled beside Asher, their shoulders brushing, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Asher's stomach. "This okay?" he murmured, quieter than usual, his green eyes searching Asher's face.
Asher swallowed hard but nodded once, sharp and decisive. His fingers found Jake's, tangling together briefly before Liam's shadow fell over them both. The junior wrestler loomed above, his sweat-slicked thighs bracketing Asher's hips, his cock curving downward toward Asher's stomach where it left a wet trail of precum. Liam's smirk widened as he dragged his knuckles down Jake's chest, stopping just above his singlet covered ass. "Your turn, Riley," he murmured, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Unless you need help getting out of that."
Jake's answering grin was razor-sharp as he rolled onto his back, arching deliberately until the fabric strained over his erection. The damp singlet clung obscenely, outlining every inch of his cock from the upward curve pressing against the fabric to the swollen head leaving a dark spot where precum soaked through. "Nah," he drawled, hooking his thumbs under the straps. "Think I got it." The straps snapped free with a sharp twang, revealing flushed freckled skin as Jake peeled the singlet down his torso inch by torturous inch, his abs flexing under Liam's hungry gaze.
Liam exhaled sharply through his nose when Jake's cock sprang free, thick and flushed against his stomach, the foreskin pulled tight over the crown. He reached out instinctively, his fingers skimming Jake's hipbone before curling possessively around the base. "Fuck," Liam muttered, his thumb swiping through the bead of precum gathering at the slit. "Been thinking about this all practice." His grip tightened slightly, making Jake's breath hitch, his freckled thighs tensing under Asher's palm.
Asher's fingers dug into Jake's thigh as he watched Liam stroke Jake slowly, his dark eyes tracking every twitch of Jake's cock, every shuddering breath. The air between them thickened with the scent of sweat and musk, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the slick slide of Liam's fist. Jake's hips jerked involuntarily, his cock pulsing in Liam's grip, his lips parting around a silent plea.
Liam's free hand fisted in Jake's ginger curls, yanking his head back sharply. "Look at him," he ordered, voice rough. Jake's green eyes flicked to Asher's, their gazes locking as Liam's thumb circled Jake's frenulum with cruel precision. "Tell him how bad you want it."
Jake's laugh was breathless, broken. "Fuck you," he gasped, but his hips arched into Liam's touch, his cock leaking freely now. "I- ah- fuck, Liam-" His words dissolved into a moan as Liam twisted his wrist just so, his other hand tightening in Jake's hair.
Asher's own cock throbbed against his stomach, untouched and aching. The sight of Jake unraveling, his freckled chest heaving and his thighs trembling, sent heat coiling tight in Asher's gut. His fingers twitched against Jake's skin, torn between reaching out and staying still.
Liam's smirk was victorious as he released Jake's cock abruptly, ignoring his bitten-off whine of protest. "Patience," he chided, dragging his palm over Jake's flushed abs, smearing precum across his skin. His dark eyes flicked to Asher. "You're up next, Kovac."
Jake's groan was half-protest, half-plea as Liam shifted his weight, his knees pressing into the mat on either side of Asher's thighs. The junior wrestler loomed over Asher, his cock bobbing heavily between them, the flushed tip brushing Asher's stomach. Liam's fingers traced the line of Asher's jaw, tilting his chin up until their eyes met. "And you," he murmured, voice dropping an octave. "You're gonna take every inch."
Asher's breath stuttered, his pulse hammering in his throat. But he didn't look away.
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