Terry, Joey Chips, and 4...

Terry, Joey Chips, and 4 Go Clubbing...for Five Minutes; Then They Go Have Sex

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing (so to speak): Terry/Joey Chips/4

Disclaimer: Kiss Me Guido, with its related characters and themes, does not belong to me. I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This slashfluff is for Ewan McGregor, although he deserves better.

Wherein 4 learns to share; Joey learns to lie; and Terry learns to love.

Terry tugged at his super-short plastic orange shorts. "I can't believe that you're dragging us to this place."

"I can't believe that you're wearing those pants," 4 snapped.

"I can't believe that you call that a hairstyle."

"I can't believe-"

"Hey, guys?" Joey said. "Could you not do that?"

"Sorry," Terry said, sounding ashamed of himself but tossing a quick glare at 4. "We'll behave."

Outside of the club a long line snaked down the block. 4 strode past the line, Terry and Joey right behind him. At the door, he walked in without a glance at the doorman, his only concession holding out a hand to make it clear that Terry and Joey were with him.

Inside the club, 4 was walking into the crowd, being greeted by adoring fans at every step. Terry looped his arm through Joey's and tried to look bored. Joey looked around in awe: lights, mirrors, and men. This place was a lot nicer than the clubs Terry patronized. And the people; everywhere Joey looked were gorgeous, well-dressed men, or gorgeous, half-undressed men.

4 turned back to them and held out a hand to Joey. "Come. Dance with me."

"I don't dance," Joey said.

"Dance with me," 4 commanded.

"Dance with Terry," Joey suggested. "Terry likes to dance."

4's eyes flashed over Terry with disgust.

"I don't dance with girls," Terry said.

4's eyes went wide with the shock of affront. He still couldn't get over being insulted like this, by someone like that. "You, out!"

"You can't kick me out," Terry said.

"Guys, come on," Joey said. "Why don't you just dance to one song?"

"No," Terry said. "He's a bitch."

"You're the bitch," 4 said.

"Please?" Joey asked.

"You owe me," Terry told Joey. "You owe me." Terry grabbed 4's elbow and hauled 4 onto the dance floor. 4 shrieked with fury until Terry's arms came around his shoulders and Terry's body pressed against his. The two of them spent a moment figuring out how they wanted to do this, and then it was perfect, tight slender body against tight slender body, the two of them twisting and writhing against each other. Their hands ran over their own bodies, not each other's; they stared into each other's eyes, a challenge, a contest.

"Hey."

4's eyes flickered dismissively over the man. "Hello."

"Who's your friend?"

"Paul, this is Terry." 4 pressed a hand to Terry's back, pushing Terry toward Paul, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Terry was practiced at getting out of these situations. People were always looking for an available bottom, and since he seemed to have "available bottom" stamped on his forehead (or his ass), he got hit on a lot. It was just that, usually, the men hitting on him weren't the ones he wanted. And, in this case, he wasn't available. He was with Joey now.

He tried to make this case plain to Paul, but Paul wasn't interested in listening. Finally, he got the lech's hands off of his ass and made his way off of the dance floor.

Damn it! He saw 4 leading Joey off somewhere. He wriggled through the press of bodies to follow them and found them going down a hallway in a maze of groping couples. He stayed a few feet away as 4 pulled Joey into a corner.

4 leaned back against the wall, tugging Joey close. "Kiss me," 4 whispered, looking up at Joey.

"Here?" Joey asked.

"Are you going to make me beg?" 4 asked, his tone making the right answer clear.

"No," Joey said. "But we're kind of in public."

"Nobody's looking at us," 4 said. "Nobody cares. It's just you, and me, alone in the sea of people. Free to-"

Joey kissed him, probably to make him be quiet. 4's mouth opened like a, well, like a greedy whore, only clean and sweet and soft. It was a good mouth, Terry had to admit, if a bit, well... 4 was arrogant and greedy and pushy and bitchy and completely impossible, but such a bottom that even Terry felt threatened. And 4 kissed like, oh god, hot and sweet and wet, and it made Terry feel like fucking him, which was new territory.

4 had unbuttoned his own shirt, and now Joey's right hand was on tight skin so pale it probably never saw the sun, which was interesting considering how quickly the little bitch could get out of those clothes. Joey's thumb rubbed across a nipple and 4 squeaked and arched against Joey's body. 4's nipples were very sensitive; so were Terry's, and he knew what it felt like to have Joey's fingers there. Joey was a good lover; maybe it was all of those years of heterosexuality, but Joey liked nipples. Joey was the first person who'd ever licked Terry's, which gave Joey a very high rating in Terry's book. He'd always tried to clue in his other partners, but men could be so dense sometimes.

Terry was tired of watching the two of them get all of the action. All right, okay, so maybe he wouldn't mind standing there watching them get it on, but he was pissed at 4 for ditching him with Paul. He stalked over to where Joey was licking 4's tonsils and said, "We just got here. Can you keep your hands off of him for five minutes?"

"No," 4 said, barely breaking the kiss to speak, sucking on Joey's tongue. Joey pushed 4 against the wall, and 4 moaned in pleasure.

"Bitch," Terry muttered. "Joey."

Joey's head snapped up; he looked confused. "Terry?" He realized where he was and what he was doing; he backed away from 4 and turned red.

"I'm taking you home," Terry told Joey. "You don't belong here with these degenerates."

"You are the degenerate," 4 accused. "He's coming home with me."

"Joey goes nowhere with you," Terry snapped.

"I think I'm going home," Joey said.

"No!" they both exclaimed, panicked at the very idea. Terry thought fast and put a reassuring hand on Joey's arm. "Why don't we go home with 4 and relax?" he asked. "The night's still young. It's early. You don't want to go this early."

"I don't know," Joey said.

"He wants to take you to my hotel and suck your cock," 4 told Joey.

"Oh. Really?" Joey asked.

"Really," 4 said, examining his nails.

"Okay," Joey said. "But I should go home later."

"Later," Terry agreed, steering Joey out of the club, followed by 4. They took a quiet taxi to 4's hotel. By now Joey had been there a few times and wasn't dazzled by the splendor as much as at first. There was a middle-aged straight couple in the elevator with them, so Terry kept his hands to himself. 4 let them into the penthouse, still in the bored routine. Terry pulled Joey to the bedroom and into a kiss. Where did wholesome straight boys get such devastating mouths?

"Don't suck him, you'll waste him, and I want to get fucked," 4 pouted from the doorway.

"Plug in your vibrator," Terry said. "That is, if you ever unplug it." He opened Joey's pants, reaching inside, caressing the hard length.

"You're not doing it right."

"Excuse me if I don't take sexual instruction from-"

"Joey likes it like this." 4 was beside him now, tugging down Joey's pants.

"Would you get out of here?" Terry asked.

4 pushed Terry aside and did a clean stroke, base to head, passing a thumb over the head. "You're too slow."

"You're not doing it hard enough," Terry said, doing it his own way.

"If you do it too hard he'll come too soon." 4 did it again.

"If you do it too fast he'll come too soon." Terry did it, too, and now they were milking Joey together, their hands fisting over his cock one right after the other.

"How's he ever going to get off at all if you don't-"

Joey sank to his knees. Terry and 4 looked at each other, wide-eyed, startled, neither one used to this role reversal. They quickly knelt as well, anxious. "Joey?" Terry asked.

"That felt too good," Joey said. "Having both of you..."

Terry considered that idea for a moment. Then he leaned over and whispered to 4.

"I don't share," 4 said.

"But Joey will like it," Terry said.

"I want him to fuck me."

"The sooner we suck him the sooner he'll get it up again and the sooner he can fuck you."

"All right."

Terry kissed Joey, got him up again and seated on the edge of the bed, then undressed him carefully while 4 did the kissing. He knelt, pushing 4 out of his way, mouthing Joey's balls. Joey moaned and pushed closer; 4 moaned softly, which most likely meant that Joey's kiss had just gotten more aggressive. Terry sucked lightly at Joey's balls and reached up, yanking 4 down beside him. 4 licked around the base of Joey's cock with a delicately lapping tongue. Damn it, their cocksucking styles were incompatible, too. Terry was, well, a bit of foreplay and then Hoovermouth. 4 preferred lots of licking around, lots of teasing and sucking; with 4, the orgasm was secondary to enjoying a cock. 4 was a cock-worshipper; Terry liked to get guys off. Terry suspected that 4 also liked to hear guys beg. Joey always begged a lot with 4.

They licked together over Joey's cock, battling for the pre-cum. Terry didn't see how anyone got satisfaction out of that soft pink tongue. Then he remembered it pushing into his mouth, and he understood.

He and 4 had been together one night, the night that Joey had walked in on them. Since then, they'd fought a lot and shared Joey. But they'd never been together again. They'd kissed a lot that night, rolling around and feeling each other up, and they'd finally jerked each other off, and everything had been slow and gentle and incredibly erotic. He wasn't used to being with another bottom, another submissive; he hadn't realized how erotic it could be, how fulfilling. And how strange.

"If he's going to fuck you, I get it this time," Terry told 4.

4 made an angry disappointed face and glared at him. "This time," 4 conceded tightly, and gave the head one final suck that made Joey moan and shudder. Then 4 had to content himself with the rest while Terry took the head. Terry finally decided to end it and swallowed Joey down, taking it all down his throat, pushing 4 out of the way again. He suckled hard and Joey moaned and he swallowed Joey's shots of semen, eyes closing in bliss.

Terry sat on the sidelines later to watch Joey fuck 4. He didn't mind at all; he liked to watch them. Not that he usually liked to watch his lover with another man; if it were anyone else, he'd be furious. But he liked to watch Joey with 4. He liked to see from another perspective what Joey looked like with him. He liked to see 4 for once speechless and vulnerable. He liked to watch them interact, how they treated each other, how their bodies fit together.

Terry liked to get fucked from behind because it was easier. 4 liked it face-to-face, a gymnastic girly position.

Terry was easy. He could admit it. He got fucked a lot by a lot of different guys. He knew that 4, for all of the bitchy posturing, wasn't easy. It was hard to get into 4's pants. Everyone wanted to get into 4's pants, of course. 4 had position and money and connections. 4 was handsome and smart and an incredible fuck, if one could ignore all of the pompous egotism. There was a lot of pompous egotism.

Terry liked Joey. When Joey fucked, Joey made sure that Terry came first. How very considerate and unusual.

But now Joey had come twice and wouldn't be good for another round, necessarily. Terry was horny; he hadn't come at all through this night. He stripped and climbed over Joey as 4 left to get cleaned. He was rolled to his back, under Joey's heavy body, kissing.

"I'm sorry," Joey said, looking down at him. "I can't."

"You've gone three times before," Terry pouted.

"I know, but... That was my third time. Right before I left for your place, when I was getting dressed to see you, I..."

"You what?"

"You know...in the shower. Thinking about you two."

"You bad boy," Terry murmured, kissing him some more. "Can you use your fingers?"

"Can't John do it?"

"What?"

"No, I mean...like...suck you."

"I don't do that."

"You should."

"He wouldn't. Bottoms don't service bottoms."

"Come on, he likes doing it, you'll really like it too, just try."

"You ask him."

"I'm not asking!"

4 walked over and sat on the bed, running a slender hand over Joey's shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Joey jerked off earlier and now he can't fuck me," Terry said.

"Use your fingers," 4 advised. "Joey has very good hands."

"Tell me about it," Terry said. "But he wants you to suck me."

4 stood. "I do not-"

"Told you," Terry told Joey.

"You guys have been in bed," Joey said, sitting up. "What did you do?"

"We jerked each other off," Terry said. "Strictly out of necessity."

"So do that," Joey said.

"Never," 4 said.

Joey reached out and pulled 4 onto the bed, into his lap. "Won't you try?" Joey asked. "I bet you could come again, and Terry hasn't come at all." Joey's finger disappeared up inside 4's body. 4 moaned softly, eyes closing in pleasure. Joey pushed deeper and motioned Terry closer. Terry frowned but leaned in; Joey mouthed, "Kiss him."

Terry shook his head violently.

Joey pushed deeper and 4 moaned, mouth open, back arching. Terry was only human; he kissed 4, swallowed all of those delicious sounds of pleasure, tasted Joey on 4's tongue. 4 kissed him back, drawing on his tongue, running a hand down his body and in between his legs. His thighs parted in invitation. Their positions shifted, and suddenly there was a finger pressing against his ass. He made an affirmative noise into 4's mouth and Joey entered him. Just to make everything equal, he put his own hand down to 4's cock. Fair was fair. 4 panted against his mouth, clearly as much on pleasure overload as he was. It didn't take much longer until he was coming into 4's hand. Joey's fingers left him, and the three of them broke apart.

4 really did have a pretty cock. It flushed a lovely color. "I could, if you want," he told 4.

"No," 4 said. "You'd only bite me."

"Then I'll take a shower and go to sleep," Terry said.

4 grabbed his hand. "Stay."

"And do what?"

4 leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"I don't do that."

4 licked his ear.

"John-"

4 nibbled his earlobe.

"I-"

4 rubbed his soft prick.

"No, I-"

4's hot lean body rubbed against his, and 4 massaged his cock, and 4 kissed his mouth.

"I can't," Terry protested weakly. "I don't do that."

"You don't fuck men," 4 whispered, licking his teeth, "and you don't fuck women. But you can fuck me. I'm just like you."

"We're nothing alike."

4 brought Terry's hand to his mouth, kissed the palm, sucked between fingers, licked knuckles, took one, then two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, licking them, bit just lightly. Then 4 brought Terry's hand between his legs, behind him, pressing one finger to his entrance.

"No, I-"

4 pushed and suddenly Terry's finger was inside, inside where it was hot and so fucking tight and how could it be this tight? Terry went in farther, and 4 pressed down against him, and he knew that he was making 4 feel good, saw it in 4's eyes, saw it in the thrust of 4's cock, saw it in the arch of 4's back, in the spreading of 4's thighs. He was making 4 feel good, feel the way he felt when someone did this to him. He twisted his fingers and surged deeper and 4 moaned and clutched him, and their naked bodies pressed together, and he just had to, he couldn't help it, he handed 4 over to Joey and, fingers thrusting and worming in 4's body, slid down to take 4's cock into his mouth.

4 screamed and came.

Terry found himself rolled to his back and pushed to one side and then the softest, wettest, hottest thing he'd ever felt came down over his cock, and there was heat and suction, and then he realized that 4 was sucking his cock, and then 4 was licking him, and then he didn't know anything but how good everything felt and how he just wanted to come, and 4 wouldn't let him come, and he heard words coming out of his mouth but he had no idea what he was saying, and then the world turned white.

"This is all your fault," 4 accused Joey.

"Sorry," Joey said. "I just wanted to see you guys together, and I didn't know how else to do it. I think you broke Terry."

Terry made a small moan of agreement.

"Maybe now he will stop criticizing my technique," 4 said.

"Did you like it?" Joey asked Terry.

"Felt so good it hurt," Terry said, opening his eyes.

"Did you like it?" Joey asked 4.

"Yes," 4 admitted tightly. "But it won't happen again."

"You begged me," Terry said. "You begged me to fuck you."

"I do not beg," 4 said proudly. "I asked you. Cajoled you. Coerced you. And you wouldn't do it anyway."

"I will next time," Terry said. "I'll fuck you, you little bitch."

"I don't think so," 4 said.

Terry wanted to smack 4, but he restrained himself. Then he noticed that Joey was hard. "Joey?"

Joey put a protective hand over his hard-on. "I lied. I didn't do that in the shower."

"You lied?" 4 asked.

"Sorry," Joey said.

"My turn," Terry told 4, climbing into Joey's lap.

"Bitch," 4 said.

"Are you guys ever going to get along?" Joey asked.

"No," Terry said, shuddering slightly as Joey's strong, warm hands ran over his body.

"Would you get along better if I weren't here?"

"No," Terry said.

"So you're my boyfriend. And you're my boyfriend. But you're not together."

"Right," Terry agreed, sucking lightly on Joey's collarbone.

"But you mess around together and you want each other."

"Yes," Terry agreed.

"So why can't you just be together like you're with me?"

"We like it this way," Terry said.

"You like fighting and arguing and being pissy."

"Yes," Terry said.

"I don't get it."

"I think I love you," Terry said, and kissed him.

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