~*~ ~*~ ~*~ School was getting out. Tristan and Joey were together, of course, as they started to walk to the arcade. They saw Duke very pointedly walking away from them, though, and they by unspoken agreement followed him without a word. They slowly caught up to him. He spun to face them as they walked past an alley. “What do you want?!” he yelled angrily, his fists clenched by his sides. “Why don’t you just go home and fuck or something?!” His deep green eyes were blazing as he glared at them, but there was also a shimmer, as of unshed tears. Joey suddenly kissed him, while Tristan put his hands on his hips from behind, sandwiching him between them. After a shocked moment of paralysis, while he tried to comprehend what was happening, he wrapped one arm around Joey’s neck and entwined the fingers of his other hand with those of Tristan’s on his hip. He felt so good, like this, as though this were exactly where he was supposed to be. Tristan kissed his neck lightly while Joey continued gently ravaging his mouth. This was exactly where he wanted to be, for the rest of his life. He felt like everything was right with the world and everything was exactly how it supposed to be. He was breathing heavily, starved for oxygen, when Joey finally let his lips go. “Now…” he said breathlessly. “Why don’t we go home and fuck or something…?” Joey grinned and stepped away from him. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Tristan unexpectedly scooped Duke into his arms to carry him. Duke uttered a startled laugh as his feet left the ground, instinctively wrapping one arm around Tristan’s neck. The other hung down to grab Joey’s fingers. He was the smallest and the lightest of them all; Tristan was the biggest and the strongest. Between the two facts, Tristan could carry him fairly easily. “Where to?” he asked easily, looking into Duke’s very-green eyes. He smirked. “Let’s go back to my place. I’m emancipated; no parents.” Joey grinned as they started walking. “I think I like this idea.” Tristan looked thoughtful. “That reminds me; I still have to tell my parents…” Joey shrugged. “I don’t think my dad gives a shit.” Duke leaned his head back in Tristan’s arms, and he kissed him upside down. “He might care that I’m seeing two guys, I guess,” he continued, “but that’s really none of his business.” Tristan shifted Duke’s comfortable weight in his arms. “I haven’t felt this good since Egypt…” he murmured. Duke leaned his head against Tristan’s. “Egypt…?” “Yeah,” said Joey. “Haven’t you been remembering anything?” “I’ve been having dreams…” he said slowly, thoughtfully. “Mostly of you two… That was real? Those were memories, not just dreams?” He glanced to meet both of their eyes. “Ya-huh,” Joey said mildly. “Exactly, Devin,” Tristan said, and kissed him. They reached Duke’s apartment, and Tristan had to set him down so that he could unlock the door. The raven-haired beauty pulled them both inside and kissed Tristan, slamming the door with his foot. He pulled Joey closer, feeling the blond’s hand on his waist, the other one presumably in contact with Tristan somewhere. He pulled them both close to him, wanting to be in complete physical contact with them both. He dimly realized that his clothes were in the way, and theirs; his hands moved to rectify the situation of their own accord. “Where’s your bedroom, Duke?” Joey breathed in his ear. He groaned; it seemed so far away… He broke the kiss with Tristan and swiftly pulled them both back into the apartment, pushing the bedroom door open and hearing it slam into the wall. He fell onto the bed with Tristan mostly on top of him. Joey swiftly pulled off his own uniform jacket, and his shirt, then Tristan’s as the brunet kissed Duke, kissing Tristan’s back and shoulders and the back of his neck. Tristan’s hands ran up Duke’s chest, pushing his shirt away. Duke did him a favor and removed it, finding himself still lying on top of his coat. Tristan kissed his neck for a moment, then pulled Joey down beside Duke and supported himself with one hand on either side of the two of them, looking down at them. “Now,” he said, “this is what I like to see. Two beautiful boys underneath me, just begging to be taken advantage of…” He trailed off with a smile. Joey snorted. “Get over yourself, Hon-da.” Then he turned to Duke and kissed him, one hand on either side of his face, Duke immediately kissed him back without hesitation, only vaguely considering that this must be pretty hot for Tristan. Then they moved to kiss each other’s necks, hands blindly exploring smooth upper bodies. Then Duke felt Tristan behind him, beginning to kiss his neck as well. Both of them began to pull at his pants, Joey unfastening them as fast as he could. Together they pulled them off, leaving him naked before them. He used one hand to open Joey’s pants and Tristan reached around him to help him pull them off. Joey then turned his attention to Tristan’s offending clothing as Duke turned his attention to Tristan. Soon they were all naked, and he proceeded to worship Tristan’s strong chest with kisses and feathery touches. He felt Joey behind him, one arm draped possessively over the two of them. Then Joey kissed his shoulder and he was forced the stop kissing Tristan as a wave of absolute pleasure rolled through his body. “Uh-huh,” Joey said, satisfaction evident in his accented voice. “I thought I remembered.” “Cruel little man,” Duke said, turning back to kiss him. “Less talking.” Joey obliged and began kissing him again. His hands were busy elsewhere, however; he was occupied coating Tristan’s erection with the lube he’d brought, stroking his hand slowly up and down his length, while Tristan kissed Duke’s back and shoulders. One of the brunet’s hands ran down Duke’s side. He caressed his buttock lightly, then slowly slid his fingers between them, gently inserting one into his tight entrance. Duke gasped slightly, but Joey was there with his mouth to catch the gasp and distract him, smoothly inserting his tongue into his waiting cavity. Duke played with him with his talented tongue while Tristan slowly drew the finger in and out, nearly making Duke moan. He slowly added another finger, and Duke pushed back against him slightly, wanting more. Tristan was slow and gentle, and he didn’t hurt him. Not yet, though Duke knew it would hurt some. He really didn’t care; he wanted it. He disengaged his mouth from Joey’s and kissed his throat softly. “More, Hon-da…” he moaned quietly. Tristan kissed his shoulder lightly, causing him to bite down lightly on Joey’s collarbone, then gently added the third finger. He still slowly slid them in and out of him, but he moved them too, spreading them to stretch him out. Joey moved further up and Duke kissed his chest, lightly playing with his nipples, rubbing and tweaking one with his fingers while he gently worked the other with his mouth, then switching. Tristan’s fingers were hardly even uncomfortable anymore. “Are you ready?” Tristan asked in his ear, kissing his neck. Duke pulled away from Joey long enough to answer. “You two always did talk too much. I’m more than ready.” He could almost feel Tristan smile. He pulled his fingers away, slowly, and kissed his shoulder. Duke felt himself relax completely, melting under his touches, and it was at that moment that Tristan entered him. Joey ducked down and caught his lips, stifling a moan part of pain and part of pleasure. His hands ran lovingly over his chest and stomach as Tristan kissed his neck, until the pain dissipated and Tristan sensed that he could go on. He slowly worked at burying himself in him, slowly thrusting deeper, until Duke felt filled completely. Tristan was so gentle with him that there was barely any pain, and he continued to kiss his neck and shoulder. Duke twined the fingers of one hand with Tristan’s hand on his shoulder and kissed Joey again. “Move up,” he said to him. He remembered his biggest claim to fame… Joey apparently did too, because he moved up the bed until he was half sitting up against the headboard. Duke leaned over Joey until he was mostly on his stomach and Tristan was mostly on top of him, removing his hand from Tristan’s. He lightly kissed the head of Joey’s erection, then licked it, as Tristan slowly pulled out of him to push back into him. He wasn’t even really doing anything yet, and he could see Joey at his mercy as he made a small noise of pleasure in his throat, making him smile. He slowly enveloped Joey in his warm mouth, as Tristan pushed back into him again, both of them torturously slow. He let his teeth graze along the sensitive skin as he slid his tongue around Joey’s member. Then he drew back, matching Tristan’s rhythm. Joey made a noise half moan and half groan. “You know I have no patience for this, Devin…” Duke didn’t reply, just took him back in, opening his throat without hesitation and swallowing him whole. Joey moaned quietly; Duke ran one hand up his leg, over the soft patch of blond hair, then began to slowly knead his muscular stomach below the navel, that sensitive place where it almost wasn’t the stomach any more, as he sucked at him, first gently, then increasing the suction. Joey moaned for him again. He was having difficulty not moaning himself as Tristan increased his pace. Right now, with these two, he felt so complete… He didn’t want it to end. He raised his other hand to toy with Joey’s balls, feeling them firm and full. Joey moaned again. Duke, pleased, rolled his tongue along the underside of his member, and the blond came, arching his back. Duke was careful not to swallow all of it as he slowly drew away from the panting Joey, then arched his back gracefully and kissed Tristan, sharing Joey’s essence with him. Tristan swallowed it and kissed him deeply and thrust into him. Duke broke the kiss and hung his head, breathing heavily, supporting himself on his arms. Tristan reached down to stroke his neglected erection, and he groaned quietly. His climax was building hot and tight in his stomach, and he pushed himself back onto Tristan’s deep thrusts. Tristan thrust into him as he stroked him with his hand, and Duke moaned and came, constricting around him as pleasure completely overwhelmed his senses and body, and Tristan came with a groan. Duke supported himself on weak arms, breathing heavily, as he felt Tristan pull out of him. He barely stifled another moan, missing the feeling of having him inside of him already. Joey pulled him up, his own breathing finally returning to normal, and kissed his forehead. “Best blowjob in the Upper Kingdom…” he said breathlessly. Duke acted offended. “Excuse me,” he said. “That’s the best blowjob in all of Khemet. Upper Kingdom my ass.” “Mmm…” Tristan said. “I like that too.” Duke smiled and turned onto his back, lying with his head on Joey’s lap, his legs on top of Tristan’s. He twined his fingers with theirs. “Will you two stay?” he asked. He just wanted to lie here with them. Tristan shook his head, and Duke felt unreasonably hurt. “I can’t,” the brunet said, his free hand running through his heavily-gelled hair. “I have to go home…” He didn’t seem pleased by the prospect. “Not me,” Joey said definitively. “The later I go home, the better. Bastard probably won’t even notice.” Duke kissed his hand lazily. “You should move in with me.” Joey laughed quietly, and Duke looked up at him with dark green eyes. “You think I’m joking.” “Yeah,” Joey said. “I can’t do that.” Tristan leaned over Duke to kiss Joey, then leaned down to kiss him. “I’ll see you two later.” He slid off the bed, his hand eventually sliding from Duke’s, and redressed. He kissed them both once more before he left.     ~*~ To Be Continued...