Drifts - 5. Dean

”You were a big one…”

At first, Joel thought he had only imagined the low but clear voice close to his left side. Unless someone shouted, it was hard to hear anything over the noise in the bar. Still, those words reached his ear and for some reason made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Not in an unpleasant way, though. More like someone tracing the outline of your neck with a gentle but firm finger.

The evening had started like so many nights before, with Lucas eager to ‘do something’ and enjoy the big city. Joel still couldn’t understand where his man got all that energy from. It was as if working hard at the law firm did nothing to deplete his reserves. Joel sometimes felt eighty years old when he suggested they should spend an evening at home in front of the TV. The bouncing ball of energy in Joel’s life only laughed at his attempts to explain working with the ice hockey team was actually exhausting at times. Joel knew he shouldn’t complain. It wasn’t like they always ended up at a bar. No, Lucas made sure they did all kinds of things, ranging from concerts, exhibitions and even a dinosaur/monster truck extravaganza, which led to them spending an afternoon in the company of thousands of excited 10-year-old boys. Surprisingly, it wasn’t creepy at all, mainly due to Lucas quickly reverting mentally to the proper age and Joel filling the role as benevolent big brother for the day.

This night, however, Lucas had suggested something quite different. He wanted to go to a certain club and when he held out the harness Joel had used to exact revenge on his neglecting boyfriend, Joel understood just what type of club it was. Over the months of living together in New York, he and Lucas had gone to various clubs that welcomed a wide variety of expressions of the human sexuality. At least that’s how Lucas put it. Joel mostly called them leather places, even if he knew this was oversimplifying things. He just couldn’t be bothered to learn all the terms and theories behind each of them. He didn’t even care to categorize what he and Lucas did. All he knew was he liked it and that was that. Lucas had convinced him to go to their first club by promising not to pressure him into anything and so far, they had been content to watch. Joel couldn’t deny getting very horny seeing a man get tied up and whipped in front of him. The tight wrist cuffs holding the man in place, not allowing him much room to move. The skin turning redder with each lash. The muffled cries. Briefly imagining he was the one in restraints. On those nights, he couldn’t wait to get home and let Lucas have his way with him.

Apparently, Lucas needed to scratch that particular itch tonight. So far, things had been a bit slow, with people mostly partying like in any regular place. Only dressed differently. Joel straightened his back, knowing he looked good in his harness, black pants and boots. He always drew looks and more often than not subtle touches in passing. Lucas let it happen as long as Joel was OK with it and it didn’t cross the line to intrusive.

Turning his head slightly to the man on his left, Joel casually glanced sideways. Subtle enough to not be noticed if he wasn’t the intended target for the comment, but with enough intent to show the man he’d heard him if he was.

The man next to him was a bit older, perhaps in his 40s, and shorter than Joel. Not surprising as most were. Dressed all in black, t-shirt and jeans, the man looked good. Not nearly as bulky as Joel, but he was fit. His hair was dark, with some grey in it. Cut short and more practical than styled. What made Joel pause and freeze was his eyes. Soft grey, both amused and flinty. Something about them caught Joel’s attention immediately. Irrationally, Joel felt as if the man was looking into his soul. On instinct, he ducked his head and briefly lowered his eyes before looking back at the man, who smiled at him. A slightly crooked smile that for some reason had Joel at a loss for words.

“That was interesting…” Tilting his head slightly to the left, the man looked him over.

Before Joel could ask him what was interesting or form any words in return, Lucas appeared behind him. Snaking his arms around Joel’s waist, he nuzzled his neck.

“Christ, the lines for the bathroom are so long you’d think there were no other options for a quick fuck!” Lucas looked at Joel and then at the man next to him, noticing he didn’t get the reaction he was hoping for. “So, who is this?” There was an edge to Lucas’ voice that Joel hadn’t heard in a long time and it took him a while to recognize it. Jealousy. It snapped Joel out of his strange haze and he turned in Lucas’ arms.

“Ehum… I don’t know. We just met.” Joel glanced sheepishly between the two men.

“I don’t know if I’d call it meeting. I just noticed I was standing next to this most impressive hulk of a man and I wanted to introduce myself.” Bypassing Joel, the man held out his hand at Lucas. “I’m Dean. I suppose he’s your partner?”

Joel watched a little confused as Lucas and the man, Dean, eyed each other for a few moments. Then Lucas smiled and took Dean’s hand, squeezing it firmly.

“That’s right. I’m Lucas and this is Joel.” Lucas let his left hand drift slowly up Joel’s arm ending up resting at the nape of his neck. Joel felt himself relax at the familiar gesture. At times, he would protest Lucas’ demonstrative possessiveness, but in truth, it set him at ease knowing where he belonged. He held out his hand.

Dean’s grey eyes held his for a moment. Again, Joel felt the urge to look at the floor but he forced himself to meet the man’s gaze. With a chuckle, Dean took his hand. A firm and warm grip, surprisingly soft. Although, the likelihood of meeting someone who worked with his hands was so slim Joel knew he shouldn’t be surprised.

“Joel.” It was perhaps unnecessary, but Grandpa had taught him manners and greeting people properly was one of the most important lessons. He could see Dean scrunch up his eyebrows for a second.

“Now, that was unexpected. Let me guess… Norwegian?” The crooked smile was back, only with hint more mirth this time. Despite his attempt to tamp it down, Joel for some unknown reason started giggling. He felt silly for his immature response, but Dean didn’t seem to react.

“Swedish actually.”

“Now, that is a delightful accent.” Dean looked over at Lucas. “You two make a most handsome couple. How did you meet?”

Lucas started telling him the story, with certain parts edited out. They were still not comfortable talking about the shooting, but Dean got to hear the highlights of life at the end of the earth and also how they came to live here in New York. After a while, they retreated to a booth and from there they seemed set to hang out for the evening.

It was mostly Lucas and Dean who carried the conversation, but Joel felt almost relieved not to be expected to contribute too much. He was included nonetheless, through Lucas’ casual touches and Dean’s indecipherable looks. At times, he got the impression Lucas and Dean were in fact having two separate conversations; one about the actual topic at hand and a separate one through subtle looks and innuendo. Joel could tell something was going on but he couldn’t figure out what.

More drinks were had and under Dean’s gaze Joel found himself thoroughly scrutinized. Not in an unpleasant way, but still clearly examined. Those grey eyes seemed to take in every part of him and analyze it. Occasionally, their eyes met and Joel found it hard to look away. Although, the strange and quiet power of the man in front of him wasn’t scary. Only puzzling.

After a while, they ventured up on the dancefloor and Joel got sandwiched between Lucas and Dean. His head was spinning slightly from the alcohol, but he was in a very good mood. Dean turned out to be almost as fanatic about dancing as Lucas and after a brief but poignant exchange of looks between the two with Dean seemingly asking permission, Joel could feel them both dancing closer to him. Dean let his hands drift over Joel’s body, but stayed above the belt. Lucas wasn’t as modest, but gave Joel’s ass the attention it needed. Soon, Joel felt the need to be naked with his man rise again. As was something else.

Suddenly, Dean leaned in.

“You want to watch the show at midnight together? It’s supposed to be really good.”

Joel blushed at the thought of sharing something like that with Dean, but when Lucas nodded he decided to go along with it.

As usual, Lucas placed himself behind Joel in the crowd. Dean stood to their right, close but not actually touching. On stage, a naked man was tied down over a padded wooden bench, leaving his ass exposed and open. Around him another man paced, calmly but distinctly predatorily. He knelt at the head of the bound man and said something. The other man nodded and then they started.

The sounds and sights of another man being flogged and caned had the usual effect on Joel. Moans and smacks made him breathe heavier. He pressed back against Lucas, to feel how the show affected his boyfriend. Rubbing his ass against the hard cock behind him made him want to go home. His hand drifted to his own crotch to adjust himself, but Lucas caught his hand.

“No.”

Instead, Lucas reached in to shift Joel’s growing cock and by doing so only made matters worse. Joel groaned low, but obediently kept his hands to his sides. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dean eyeing them with a definite smirk on his face. Their own little show was apparently amusing him. Joel blushed, but shot him a smile. They were in a club where people weren’t exactly shy and Lucas feeling him up wasn’t a big deal. Or so he told himself.

On stage, another man appeared from backstage and joined in. He was greeted with a nod and without any words being exchanged, the duo started taking turns on the bound man. As the show got increasingly intimate, with both men alternately smacking, touching and teasing the man on the bench, Joel couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had never seen a duo performance and the scene brought back all those fantasies he’d enjoyed so many times. Fantasies of being at the mercy of several men, having them do to him what they wished. Anything they wanted…

“He likes the show…”

Dean’s voice penetrated his horny haze and he flinched when a hand ghosted down his arm. Blinking repeatedly to bring his mind into focus, Joel glanced over his shoulder at Lucas. His boyfriend was smiling but the look in his eyes told a very different story. Glancing back at Dean, Joel suddenly felt his entire body flush.

“Yes, he’s fantasized about that for a long time.” The matter of fact statement from Lucas contradicted the content.

“Lucas! What the hell…?!” Joel spun around to face Lucas. He could feel his cheeks stinging from embarrassment. How could Lucas tell a complete stranger one of his best kept secrets?

“Oh come on, it’s not like you’ve been dreaming about anything gross. Just multiple partners. With a certain inclination…” Lucas yanked on Joel’s harness, upsetting his balance and forcing him to reach out. His hand found Dean’s arm and the other man stepped in behind him. Close behind him.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure your needs are met? All your needs…?”

Joel kept his eyes trained on Lucas, but he was well aware of the man behind him, standing so close he could feel the heat emanating from Dean’s body and the man’s breath on the bare skin of his upper back.

“But I never said…” Joel searched for words, but the two men crowding him made it hard to think. The sounds from the stage had increased even further. The air between them filled with anticipation. Joel wasn’t sure he understood of what exactly. He did know he was so hard it hurt and the feeling of Dean so close to him didn’t feel wrong. Quite the opposite. But you didn’t do things like that when you were in a relationship. Or did you?

“I don’t want anything to come between us.” Annoyed that he sounded like a cheesy soap opera actor, Joel hurried to continue. “I mean, we haven’t talked about anything like this.” He jerked his head slightly towards Dean while raising his eyebrows.

“It would be fun. Maybe you’ll get your fantasy fulfilled?” Lucas gazed intently at him.

They faced each other in silence. Joel took a step away from Lucas and Dean to give himself room to think. He was tempted, so very tempted but something held him back. Fear perhaps. Fear of not knowing what the fallout of giving in would be.

“I’m game if you are.” Dean pierced their little bubble. “We could go to my place. I live near here.”

“It’s your decision, Joel.” Lucas didn’t try to pressure him, merely stated the obvious.

It was almost hard to breathe. Joel eyed the men in front of him, while his brain was working overtime to come up with an answer. What did he want?

"Just know, that’s the only decision you get to make tonight.” Dean took hold of a harness strap and pulled him close, speaking close to his ear. “If you say yes, Lucas and I are in charge tonight.”

The statement should have made him decide against the whole proposal, but instead a surge of deep need swept over Joel. The force was so strong it made his knees weak for a moment. He leaned into Dean, who seemed prepared to support him.

“OK.” Joel bit his lower lip.

The simple statement sparked a charge between the three of them. Both Lucas and Dean stood up straighter, while Joel battled an urge to go to his knees. Not that anyone would think much of an action like that in here, but his reaction startled him.

“Come.” Dean took the lead and before Joel had a chance to get his jumbled mind in order, they had collected their coats and left the club. Neither spoke, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable as such. More too filled with tension for any words to be of use.

After an equally tense elevator trip, they finally arrived at Dean’s apartment. They all grabbed a beer. As through magic, Dean and Lucas appeared totally at ease. Joel was still fighting an internal war between lust and common sense. Currently, lust was winning hands down. Not sure what to do, Joel stood in the middle of the living room and fiddled nervously with his bottle. Lucas came up to him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“You don’t need this…” Lucas let his hands slide over Joel’s upper body and divested him of his shirt. As Lucas ran his fingers along the straps of the harness, Joel shivered, but not from cold. Dean had watched them from across the room.

“Follow me.” Without looking to see if they joined him, Dean put his beer down and headed into another room. From the looks of it, it was the master bedroom. Upon entering, Joel took in the large bed surrounded by quite a lot of floor space.

“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.” There was no mistaking what Dean’s order meant. Joel hesitantly looked over at Lucas, who nodded encouragingly at him. Soon he had gotten out of the harness and stood in the shower doing his best to clean up and out. Letting his hands drift over his body soaping himself up, Joel did his best to pull it together. Was this really happening? Was he about to have sex with a stranger? What was it about Dean that made him respond so forcefully? He briefly touched his cock trying to ease the ache. It twitched in his hand. Slowly, he let his other hand drift towards his ass and after a look around to make sure he was still alone, he let the tip of his middle finger penetrate him. He rested his forehead against the tile and let out a groan. All the possible outcomes of the night flashed through his mind. Joel shook his head to snap out of his fantasy land. Lucas would not be happy if he let things get out of hand before they had even begun.

Wrapped in a towel, he padded out into the bedroom. He stopped short when he saw Lucas and Dean waiting for him, shirts off and dressed only in their jeans. Lucas gestured for him to come closer.

“Lose the towel.”

With slightly stilted movements, Joel unfastened the towel and let it drop onto a chair. Without anything to occupy his hands, he focused on simply keeping still. It wasn’t so easy when he was under scrutiny. After a few centering breaths, Joel could finally pull his shoulders back and stand tall. He still couldn’t meet the two pairs of eyes trained on him, though.

“He really is magnificent. And a cop too.” There were notes of both admiration and amusement in Dean’s voice. “I like him better without that harness.”

“Yeah, I do too.” It was comforting for Joel to hear the love so readily present in Lucas’ voice.

“I think he’s a little nervous.” Dean directed his words to Lucas. “So, what does he like?”

The two started chatting in low voices, making it impossible for Joel to hear what they were planning. He tried to keep his mind from spiraling out of control, but couldn’t stop some thoughts from causing him to alternately want them to hurry up and then wishing he was at home safe. The latter feeling increased a few notches when Lucas and Dean finished their conferring and turned towards him. His instincts told him to leave, but one look at Lucas calmed his nerves. So far, he could handle it. At least he thought so.

“Come here, Joel.” Following Lucas’ command made him feel at home. “On your knees.”

Joel only hesitated for a second before dropping down in front of the two men. He raised his gaze, finally feeling comfortable meeting their eyes.

“Suck me.”

Apparently, Lucas had decided he should go first. Perhaps to get things started without Joel bolting. It seemed to work, as Joel noted his own enthusiastic response as he shuffled closer to Lucas. He unbuttoned Lucas’ pants and pulled them down to reveal his target. Hot and throbbing, it smacked Lucas’ stomach. Joel looked up at Lucas and without breaking eye contact, he took the cock in his mouth.

The moment the familiar taste and texture filled his senses, Joel moaned. This was what he had longed for all evening. He lost himself in pleasuring his man, sliding the hard rod in and out of his mouth and enjoying the grunts of appreciation from Lucas. Only when he felt an unknown hand at the back of his head, did he come back to reality. The reality where he was naked with two other men.

“Switch.” Dean was pulling on his neck to guide Joel towards his cock. Equally hard and red, but bigger than Lucas’. After a wordless exchange with Lucas, Joel let go of his boyfriend’s cock and shuffled to the right. Dean kept a hand at the back of his head, making it clear what he wanted from Joel. When actually faced with a strange cock, Joel on instinct wanted to retreat but Dean held him steady.

“Look at me, boy.”

Joel obeyed, compelled by the power of the command.

“Open your mouth.”

Again, resistance was impossible. Joel noticed he was shaking slightly, but the unrelenting hand at the back of his neck pulled him closer and closer. Opening his mouth, he groaned and he could feel precum oozing out of him, trickling down his shaft. His hips pumped the air a few times, but of course it provided no relief. When the head of Dean’s cock passed his lips, the room fell away. All that existed was this new experience, this new feeling. Of course similar but still different from Lucas. Bigger. That much was clear.

“Take it all. That’s a good boy.” Dean pressed into him, causing him to gag for a moment before he adjusted. Then Dean started pumping. Slowly at first and then increasing speed and depth. Joel widened his stance and put his hands on Dean’s thighs to keep his balance.

“Switch.” Without giving Joel much time to think, Dean pulled back and Lucas thrust his cock back into Joel’s mouth. Joel had to focus on relaxing so he wouldn’t gag or get out of breath. After a while, Joel almost lost track of who was who. All that existed were the two cocks taking turns trying to get as deep as possible down his throat.

As Joel was busy sucking Dean, Lucas sank to his knees behind Joel and pressed up against him.

“Mmm… That looks so good.” The feel of Lucas’ hands on his sides and outer thighs and the hard cock in the cleft of his ass had Joel whimpering around the cock in his mouth.

“He likes that. Work his ass.” The change in tone from command to suggestion was subtle but clearly there. Dean was apparently careful not to overstep.

Lucas grabbed Joel’s hips and pulled him backwards, until he ended up on all fours. Joel tried to turn his head a little to see what was happening behind him, but Dean held him in place as he too went down on his knees. Dean’s hand slid towards the top of Joel’s head. At first, he tried in vain to get a hold of Joel by the hair, but the blond bristles were too short. Instead, Dean moved his hand further down the back of Joel’s head again.

So, Joel could only wait blindly to find out what Lucas was planning. Not that he wasn’t kept busy with Dean’s shaft stuffed down his throat. When he felt cool lube drizzle down between the mounds of his ass, he flinched but at the same time arched his back. An invitation neither of the other two men missed and they chuckled in mutual understanding.

“I hope you’re going to let me enjoy that…” A finger, with a different feel compared to Lucas’, circled Joel’s hole. Dean pumped a little deeper, maybe imagining himself thrusting inside the other end. The thought of having Dean fuck him caused Joel to shudder and lurch forward, as if trying to satisfy his hunger orally.

“If he’s a really good boy, he’ll get what he needs.”

With Dean’s finger gone, something else tapped at the entrance of his ass. Something harder and bigger. Joel realized he was about to get fucked and he tried to relax. Lucas pushed, firmly and not too gently, until his tip popped inside and then he started to slide in. As usual, the first feeling of something entering him made Joel’s head spin. He pushed back, eager to feel that fullness. Lucas pulled back, both teasing and making sure he didn’t cause any damage. Then with a final push, Lucas was fully seated inside Joel. Dean and Lucas stilled for a moment, as if getting ready and then they began fucking him. Joel was helpless to do anything other than take the onslaught and moan. Dean held his head and Lucas kept his hips in place. They pumped at an increased pace, in and out, in and out, driving Joel on. His own cock was painfully hard and he briefly wondered if he should risk giving himself a few tugs and get some release. If noticed, he would get in trouble with Lucas, but it was so tempting.

A few extra hard thrusts brought him out of his mind and back to the reality of being fucked. He relaxed his throat as much as possible to get more of Dean’s cock in him and was rewarded with a satisfied grunt as well as getting his nose pressed into the hairs on Dean’s lower abdomen. From behind, the relentless assault from Lucas was pushing Joel’s limits. It had been a while since they had gone this hard, but he wouldn’t complain. Never about this.

“Switch.” Uttering the short command, Dean pulled out of Joel’s mouth and left him feeling oddly empty, even though Lucas was still deep in his ass. Lucas stilled and seemed to wait. Mesmerized, Joel watched as Dean pulled out a condom and rolled it down his shaft. The man’s eyes promised he was in for a thorough fuck. Based on his oral examination, Dean’s cock was somewhat bigger than Lucas’, but not to the extent of making him nervous. He knew he could take it. Question was how he would have to take it.

Lucas pulled out, almost causing Joel to collapse from lack of support. Trembling he stood on all four, waiting for what was to come. To Joel’s surprise, Lucas pulled off a condom and discarded it on the floor. They hadn’t used protection for the past few months, and Joel was a bit embarrassed he hadn’t even thought about it. Luckily, both Dean and Lucas were more sensible.

"All nice and clean for you…” Lucas’ comment made Joel catch on. The ever-caring boyfriend, doing the thinking when he was lost in a horny fog.

Settling on his knees in front of Joel, Lucas leisurely stroked his shaft. Joel could see drops of precum bubbling out of the tip. He could almost feel the taste on his tongue and craned his neck to get closer. If he could only reach the tip and lick that off…

“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you need. Just thought I’d give Dean a head start. Don’t want you involuntarily biting me from shock…” Lucas smirked at him, but ran a hand reassuringly over Joel’s head.

Sneaking a peek over his shoulder, Joel could see Dean getting in position. As the man added more lube, Joel whimpered. Suddenly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go on. His horniness was at an all-time high, but what would it mean for him and Lucas? He looked up at Lucas, who smiled at him.

“It’s OK. I want to see him fuck you.”

Joel took a deep breath and got in a position so he could brace for impact, by separating his legs a little further and slightly bending his elbows. Dean’s strong hands on his hips made him lurch forward, but he pushed himself back. He had to do this, even if it scared him. So many times had he imagined this. He wouldn’t bail out now.

Dean’s cock pushed against him and should have gone in smoothly thanks to Lucas’ loosening him up, but the feeling of an unfamiliar cock at his entrance made Joel clench hard. Dean caressed his ass a few times and pushed harder.

“Just relax, boy. Let me in.”

With his eyes firmly on Lucas, Joel did as he was told. He could feel Dean enter him inch by inch and he couldn’t hold back a loud moan. The man’s cock felt so different yet so good. So very good. Lucas watched them intently while slowly stroking himself. The look in his eyes told Joel his boyfriend was close to the edge.

“Fuck him.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice and started working Joel’s ass. The difference in tempo, girth and rhythm made Joel feel things he hadn’t experienced in a while. It sent bolts of pleasure through his body, all the way to the soles of his feet. He panted and groaned, pushing back into Dean for more.

“You’re getting kind of loud. I’d better shut you up.” After taking hold of the back of Joel’s head, Lucas tapped his lips with the head of his cock. Joel opened his mouth eagerly and the familiar taste filled his senses. Before he could start sucking, Lucas instead began thrusting. He was held in place as the cocks pushed deeper into his ass and mouth. He was once again caught between the two men and at their mercy. Once again, the world began to fall away around him and all that existed were the two men using him for their pleasure. Making him take it. Fucking him.

Joel could feel his need to come mount and mount until he could no longer hold back. He tried to pull off Lucas’ cock to warn them, but Lucas didn’t let go. With a muffled and prolonged shout, his whole body convulsed and he came helplessly in several long spurts.

“I can feel you coming on my cock, boy. So nice and tight.” Dean kept thrusting, fucking Joel as he continued to shake between the two men, until Dean too groaned and came.

“God, this is too hot…” Without any warning, Lucas came down Joel’s throat, making him sputter as he was still riding out the last tremors of his own orgasm. Joel managed to hold on until Lucas was done and then he fell to the floor. He was vaguely aware of the other two getting up and gathering their clothes. Someone draped a blanket over him and he rolled himself in it, thankful for the warmth and shelter it provided. He was reeling from the experience and knew he would need a few more minutes to gather his thoughts.

Lucas and Dean were talking quietly, while Lucas was pulling on his underwear.

“You’re welcome to stay. We all fit in my bed, your giant boyfriend included.”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should just call a cab…”

“You won’t get him to move very far any time soon. And I guess carrying him is out of the question.” Dean laughed softly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Joel noticed Lucas squatting down beside him. A hand gently stroked his head.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Give me a hand, will you?”

Strong hands took hold of Joel’s arms and supported his back as he rose. They guided him to the bed and let him snuggle up in the middle. He could feel the bed shift as the two men got in on either side of him and surround him with their arms and legs. He was so sated in a way he had never been before and all he wanted to do was sleep. Yet he couldn’t stop the thought of an encore to enter his mind. Maybe breakfast would be interesting…