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banannabethchase · 5 months

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for the hangman in a lab coat doing serious scientific sex experiments with matt as his test subject verse: adam wants to see what matt would look like double stuffed, i.e., they try double penetration with someone else

Greedy - also on AO3

Matt's finally ready to suggest his second Mox-related experiment, and Adam is so ready to take a back seat to his mad scientist boyfriend.

Thank you for this genius prompt, V!!! Title from Greedy by Ariana Grande.

Matt skips into the hotel room, throwing open the door without fanfare, like it hadn’t been a week since they’d seen each other, like he hadn’t been in California packing stuff up in his house to ship cross country to Adam’s. To their home. “I have an idea. An experiment idea.”

“You do?” Adam asks. He pushes his glasses up his nose and looks up at Matt.

Who immediately goes pink.

“What?”

“I – forgot what I going to say.” Matt shuffles over to the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Adam says back. He smiles as Matt curls into him, treating him, essentially, as a mattress. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Matt sighs. “You pushed your glasses up your nose and it was cute.” He lifts his head and smiles at Adam, all sweet. “And then I remembered I get to, like, kiss you and keep you and whatever, and…” He trails off and flops back onto Adam’s chest.

“Lord,” Adam says. “You’re all gooey today.” He sets his book down and wraps his arms around Matt’s back. “Must have been the week apart.” He kisses the top of Matt’s head, reminding himself that he’ll get to have these moments every morning from now on. “Tell me what your idea is. I wanna hear.”

Matt hums. “Snuggles first.”

Snuggles turns into resting their eyes, and resting their eyes turns into sleep. Adam never sleeps as well as when Matt is playing weighted blanket on top of him, but it’s in the back of his mind as he drifts off to sleep that he never got an answer about Matt’s idea.

They’re in the middle of the venue, helping Tony with some organization, when Matt huffs.

“I have that stupid cowlick going,” he grumbles. “I seriously need you to get that hairbrush situation fixed.”

“Or, what if,” Adam says, moving a speaker where he’s been directed, “you could get your own damned hair brush.” He puts the speaker down and pulls out the cord, running it to the wall.

Matt sits on top of the speaker. “But then I don’t get to share yours.”

“More like you don’t get to have that tiny bit of extra space in your luggage.” Adam leans down and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Get up, come on. We have to get out of here before anybody comes over here and makes us do something else.”

The footsteps feel annoyingly appropriate, but Matt lights up as he jumps to his feet.

“You look so fucked up,” Mox says, looking Matt up and down. Adam stands. “Why do you look like you slept with a rock for a pillow?”

“Considering Adam’s pecs, that’s actually pretty accurate,” Matt retorts.

Adam snickers. “Thanks, babe.”

Mox chews his lollipop and looks Adam up and down. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, by the way.” He winks at Adam. “You looked great at that death match.” He runs his thumb along his lower lip, eyes locked on Adam’s mouth. “Sort of jealous you didn’t drink my blood in ours, but whatever.”

Matt clears his throat. “Well, we’re needed in the EVP room. Thing. With Tony.” He grabs Adam’s hand and drags him away at a speed that feels almost comical.

“What’s wrong with you?” Adam laughs. “We weren’t done with the speakers.”

“My idea,” Matt says. “What the eff. It’s like he can read my mind.”

“Read your – oh.” Adam gets it. “Oh, this is about that idea you keep talking about whenever I’m blowing you?” He slides his fingertips along Matt’s hip, sliding under his shirt. But, for the first time Adam can remember, it doesn’t distract Matt even a bit.

Matt nods. “I wanna ask him,” he says. “I, um. I really – I think it’s the right time, you know.” He bounces on his toes. “Do you think he’ll want to?”

“I think,” Adam says, stepping into Matt’s space until Matt’s pressed up against the wall, “you should say exactly what you want him to do.” He leans in, lips to Matt’s ear. “What you want both of us to do.”

Matt exhales slowly, deeply, intensely. “I want you – both – to…” He swallows, and Adam gears up to hear him say it. “I want you both to fuck me at the same time.”

Adam chuckles in Matt’s ear, licking his lips. “So it’s more than just a fantasy now,” he says. “You really want it?”

“I do,” Matt says. “Um. If you want it.”

Adam pulls back. “Say that again?”

“If you don’t want to, I get it,” Matt says. “I mean, having him, um, rail me when you came in afterwards was kind of different. I know that.” He presses his lips together, still managing to look cute when talking about being fucked by two men at once. “So I need to you to know that I’m okay if it it’s just a fantasy.” He grabs Adam’s hands, and looks so goddamned sincere with those gigantic eyes that Adam almost wants to drop to a knee now.

He does have the ring in his bag this time.

“So, just, I’m okay if it’s all talk,” Matt says, nodding. “I’m okay with it.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Do you think that I only want it to be talk?”

Matt shrugs. “I mentioned it to Kenny.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “You brought up our threesome to Kenny?”

“You know how he is,” Matt says, waving it off like that statement makes any sense at all. “He had a similar thing going a while back and told me to make sure you were entirely on board with it before bringing it to Mox’s attention.” He wrinkles his nose. “Apparently Kenny asked Nick before double checking with Kota and it all went really bad.”

“I mean, you brought it up to me months ago,” Adam says, and he finds himself playing with Matt’s hair, running silky locks through his fingertips. Mox was right, though. There’s a bunch of knots he slowly starts working through. “And did I seem like I didn’t want to back then?”

“We had just finished having sex,” Matt says, like an explanation. “Sometimes we say things in a post orgasm haze that we don’t mean.”

“Like that one time you said you could see the appeal of the Undertaker, you mean.”

Matt frowns. “You promised me you would never bring that up.”

“No,” Adam says, “no, you told me to promise never to bring it up, and I told you I would save it for a time when it was appropriate for the situation, and here we are.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “You suck.”

“Says you,” Adam says, kissing his forehead. “Now, tell me again. Tell me exactly what you want so I can tell you I am so fucking into it I may have hidden extra lube in my checked bags every goddamned time we fly just in case you decide it’s time.”

Matt exhales slowly. “Really?”

Adam nods. “Really.”

Matt stands on his toes and kisses Adam with a fervor, hands wound around his neck and fingers in his hair. “I want it,” he gasps, against Adam’s lips. “But – but I wanna make sure you – that we all know I belong to you, in the end.”

Adam whines. “Fuck. Goddamnit, baby, you can’t say shit like that when we have a show to help run.” He leans in and kisses Matt as possessively as he can, trying to make sure Matt knows. He’s always Adam’s.

“Okay,” Matt says, looking dazed and floating when Adam pulls away. “We have to talk to Mox first, though.”

The opportunity comes later that night at the hotel, when Adam and Matt are stopping by the hotel restaurant for a late night snack.

“I just really want French fries,” Adam says, dragging Matt. “Come on.”

When they walk in, Mox has a plate of fries in front of him.

“Huh,” Adam says. “Look at that, baby.”

“You said you wanted French fries.”

Adam decides that he’s earned a bad idea, so he walks up to Mox and grabs a fry from the plate, popping it in his mouth.

“What the fuck?” Mox asks turning to him. Adam grins as he chews, Matt sliding around to Mox’s other side.

“Hey,” Adam says. “Matt has a question for you.”

Mox grins. “Oh. Anything like last time?”

“Similar,” Matt says, and Adam can’t help but notice the way he trails his fingertips along the back of Mox’s neck as he walks to his other side. “But it requires the two of you to be, like, cool with being near each other. More than last time.”

Mox leans back, which gives Adam the opportunity to take a few more fries. “Talk to me,” he says. “And stop fuckin’ eating my French fries, you dick.” He slaps Adam’s hand when he reaches out to grab another. “You two fucking suck, by the way.”

“We weren’t thinking sucking would be involved,” Matt says, hopping into the barstool. “Well, this time.”

“This time?” Mox asks, turning to Adam. “This becoming a thing?”

Adam shrugs. “Don’t ask me. This one’s all his idea.”

“I thought you were the experimenter or something.”

Adam frowns, and reaches out to take another fry. Mox doesn’t stop him. “My lab’s been taken over by a madman.”

“You have never once complained about my ideas,” Matt says. “Anyway, if you two will stop bitching, here’s what I’m thinking.”

Mox has to straight up slap his hand over Matt’s mouth at one point when the bartender is coming over to refill their waters.

“Baby, I love you,” Adam says, fighting back laughter, “but if you say ‘just get your dick in there and we’ll make it work’ in public like that, somebody eventually is going to leak that to a dirt sheet and people are going to start expecting very different pay per views.”

Matt’s eyes light up a little more than strictly necessary.

“Hard no,” Adam says firmly. He glances around, then leans in, over Mox. “I ain’t sharing you with anybody except for him. You’re mine.”

Matt’s eyes widen and he settles back into his seat. “So I shouldn’t bring up that thing I wanted to ask related to Claudio?”

Mox laughs so hard he slides off the barstool.

Wrestling’s a sport. Adam knows that. They train and focus, and Matt goes hard on exercises specifically researched to make him better at certain wrestling moves. But Adam has never seen anybody train the way Matt has the past few weeks for this particular event. They’d been messing around with Matt taking more and more for months, but since their conversation with Mox a few weeks before, things have gotten almost clinical.

They’re in bed, Adam on his back as Matt sinks down on him.

“I’m just saying,” Matt says, far too put together to be filled up by Adam, “I don’t think it’s possible for Mox to be bigger than this one.” His turned around the opposite direction from Adam. “Okay, go ahead.”

Adam grins. “You sure?” he asks. He touches around Matt’s hole gentle, giving soft, listless thrusts with his dick and a finger. “I can just keep this up as long as you want.”

Matt falls a little forward on his hands. “I – okay, always, but I’m really – I want to make sure I can handle this one, too.”

It takes a few minutes, some deep breathing from Matt, and Adam keeping his hips as still as possible, but Matt manages to take both Adam and the largest dildo they have in their collection.

“Fuck,” Adam says, staring. “I wish I could see your face, babe. But this view is out of this world.”

He keeps himself absolutely still as he slowly works the dildo in and out.

Matt exhales. “This – I feel –”

Adam freezes. “Are you okay?”

“This is incredible,” Matt says. “I don’t get – this…Adam, I may be obsessed with this.”

“Fucking awesome,” Adam murmurs. “Because I kind of am, too.”

He reaches around without moving his hips but can only get his fingertips along Matt’s cock.

“Oh,” Matt says, voice a whisper. “Oh, okay. Take the other – take the fake one out. I want you to really give it to me, okay?”

Truly, Adam has never said no to Matt.

Matt sprints into Adam’s bedroom, skidding to a stop right before crashing into his bed.

“Hey,” Adam says, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at my phone,” Matt says, throwing himself on the bed and shoving the phone into Adam’s face.

“Even cross eyed, I couldn’t read that,” Adam mutters. He bats at Matt’s hand until he pulls his hand back and Adam can grab the phone.

got a suite Tuesday nite til fridya morning if you two are in this week

“He spelled Friday wrong,” Adam says, frowning down at the phone. He looks back up at Matt. “Is that why you’re freaking out?”

“Don’t – focus, Adam!” Matt says. When Adam looks up, he can finally see how excited Matt is. “Mox got a suite! So we can do the whole two guys at once thing!” He does what Adam may have to consider the most charming happy dance he’s seen from Matt, something similar to when he’s being a particularly huge bitch in a match.

“Oh, shit,” Adam says. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

They go down on each other in Adam’s – in their, he’s still not used to it, it feels like a dream – laundry room, giggling, as they pack for the flight to Dynamite, and Adam is beginning to get worried he’s just as excited as Matt.

Matt is enthusiastic about everything the next few days. He gleefully takes his sneakers off for TSA, accepts the lack of diet Coke on the plane graciously, and doesn’t say a word when the Lyft is twenty minutes late and has a car that smells like four gallons of cologne. Even Adam’s barely kind enough not to bitch about it. Matt practically bounces his way to the hotel room and to the venue.

“You really are excited for tomorrow night, aren’t you?”

Matt nods fervently. “Also, I’ve had, like six coffees.”

“Six – when?!” Adam asks. He drops his things in the EVP room. “It’s two in the afternoon. When did you even have the time?!”

“When you went to talk to Silver and Reynolds,” Matt replies. He sits on the couch crosslegged, but still tapping his fingers rapidly. “Concessions had a bunch of coffee ready so I kept refilling.”

“There is something so deeply wrong with you, baby,” he laughs, kissing Matt’s forehead. “Chill out a little bit before we go do professional shit, okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble for being weird in public.”

“You like it when I’m weird in public,” Matt says, and his grin goes dangerous. “You really liked it when I was weird when you were doing camera for that one Mox match.”

Adam exhales slowly. “Yeah, but nobody knew you were there.”

“You did,” Matt says, grinning.

“You shouldn’t be so proud of that,” Adam says, kissing Matt’s forehead. “We risked getting fired.”

Matt shrugs. “Yeah, but we didn’t.”

Adam does a terrible job of paying attention to anything during Dynamite. He and the Bucks are backstage only, which means Matt is half in his lap as he studies the cameras and makes calls while Adam presses buttons at his command.

“I really hate how I have to do this now,” he mutters during a commercial. “What happened to me hanging out backstage?”

“We got back together and you got stuck with me,” Matt says. He’s half in Adam’s lap at this point.

“Yeah, and you two made it everybody’s problem,” Nick says, grinning as he mutes his mic. “Now shut up so I can cue music, you idiots.” He’s been in a much better mood for a while. Adam kind of wants to know why, but also thinks he shouldn’t dare to ask.

Adam follows instructions as best he can, but he really needs to talk to Tony about not doing this next time. Dynamite and Rampage finish smoothly, in Adam’s opinion, but Matt’s got some complaints as he drives back to the hotel, with Nick and Kenny in the back seats.

“I just think,” Matt continues, “that if we’re expected to communicate with all members of the roster, everybody should be given a company phone that actually works well, you know?”

“That’s great, Matt, but I asked if you wanted to get a Frosty,” Nick says.

Matt dives at him when they close the door to their hotel room, and it’s only reflexes that save Matt from falling to the floor. Adam grabs him at the ass and holds him up on instinct.

“You know well and good I can’t fuck you tonight if we’re going to see Mox tomorrow,” Adam says, dropping Matt on the bed.

He gets giant, miserable booboo eyes in response. “No, but you can suck my dick.” He flutters his eyelashes. “C’mon, I’ve been in such a good mood today.”

“Have you?” Adam asks. He kicks off his shoes and crawls onto the bed with a grin. “Didn’t you bitch at everyone you saw about the shitty company phones?”

“That wasn’t bitching! It was a companywide improvement recommendation!” Matt says as Adam’s hands go for his belt. Adam can feel he’s already hard.

“How are you always – you were rambling about chocolate vs peppermint Frostys, like, five minutes ago.”

“And?” Matt asks as Adam pulls down his pants. “Now I’m here.” He gestures to Adam. “Come on. How else am I ever gonna react when you’re in front of me?”

“Goddamnit,” Adam says with a sigh, eye level with Matt’s dick. “You’re being sweet. Now I have to suck your dick.”

“You nervous?” Adam asks, grinning down at Matt. They’ve got all their bags with them, since Mox as offered them to stay the night at the suite after it’s all said and done, and Adam’s just waiting for Matt to knock.

Matt swallows. “No.”

“Then knock.”

“You knock.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “It’s your idea.”

“I’m your boyfriend,” Matt says. “Aren’t you supposed to do what I want or something?”

Adam snorts. “Yeah, okay. Then we’ll be out here for hours, baby. It’s your fantasy.” He leans in and kisses across Matt’s cheekbone until his lips reach Matt’s ear. “And your experiment. Go ahead. Knock.”

Matt’s shaky and shivery when he knocks, but there’s not an ounce of hesitation as he does so.

Mox throws the door open a few moments later. “Hey, douchebags,” he says, grinning. “How are ya?”

“Good,” Matt says primly. “Can we come in?”

“Sure, baby,” Mox says, popping the lollipop back between his lips. Adam’s a bit entranced. Mox steps back and Adam follows Matt into the spacious suite. It really is large – an entire living area with a small kitchenette, giant TV. He can see the door to the bedroom open, revealing a giant bed.

“Get comfy,” Mox says, throwing himself on the couch. Adam watches how the pale washed denim stretches across strong thighs, how the Death Jitsu long sleeve tee stretches across his broad chest.

Adam swallows. Maybe he’s just as eager for this as Matt.

“Well,” Matt says. “I’m, um. Off to take a shower.” He brushes down his shirt. “I’ll see the two of you in a minute.”

He stops off, one of his bags in his hand, like he already owns the suite, his shirt flying behind him back into the living room.

“He always like that?” Mox asks, stretching out.

Adam nods. “Always.”

“Seems exhausting,” Mox says, grabbing the remote.

“Sure fuckin’ is,” Adam says, laughing. “Put on the show from last night. Matt was in charge of cameras and I want to see if he did a good job.”

The two of them watch the first match and two promos of Dynamite before they hear someone clear their throat, rather insistently, from the bedroom.

“You need something, princess?” Mox yells.

“Yeah,” Matt yells back. “It’s about time.”

“You just turned the shower off, so don’t get bitchy,” Adam calls, and he rolls his eyes at Mox.

Mox grins. “God, you two are gonna be so fun.”

Adam feels a chill wash down his body, a mix of anticipation and Mox’s words.

Matt, inexplicably, is dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of soft looking sweatpants. “Alright,” Matt says, stretching his arms out and tucking his hands behind his head. “Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Adam says. He can’t resist walking over and kissing Matt, just a little one, before stepping back to stand next to Mox.

Matt pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes darting from Adam to Mox. The attitude, the cockiness, starts to fall off of him like sheets of snow from a roof, revealing Matt’s pretty-eyed desire laid bare.

Nobody speaks. Mox and Adam stand next to each other, unmoving. Adam hates to admit it, but he wants to follow Mox’s lead on this one.

“Is – isn’t anybody gonna come over here?” Matt asks. He wiggles. “You’re just staring at me like – like you want to eat me alive or something.”

“That what you want?” Adam asks.

Matt presses his lips together, eyes flicking from Mox to Adam. “Not quite.”

“Yeah?” Mox asks. “Tell me what you’re looking for, Matt. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Matt exhales. “E-everything?”

“I want to hear every detail that you’re thinking off,” Mox says. His eyes flick to Adam, who nods. “Or else we’re not doing it.”

Matt nods. “Yeah, that – that’s fair. Gotta make sure we’re all in agreement.”

Adam laughs. “Baby, I love you so much, but you’re making our threesome sound like a business deal.”

“I mean, it kind of is,” Matt says, shrugging. “Only instead of credit cards, it’s dicks. And instead of a cash register, it’s me.” He flares red. “Oh, boy.”

“Did you just get turned on by talking about money?” Mox turns to Adam. “What the fuck is wrong with him?

“That’s the wrong question,” Adam says, and he walks over to the bed so he can smack roll Matt over and smack his ass. “The question is what isn’t wrong with him.”

“I am right here,” Matt grumbles, but he’s got a little smile on his lips.

“Tell ya what,” Mox says, falling into the chair. “How about you lay down on the bed and tell us while you touch yourself?” Mox pats the arm of the chair. “Come on over, Cowboy. Bet you’re used to riding.”

“What? That doesn’t even make sense.” But Adam walks over and makes himself comfortable on Mox’s lap, flinging a leg over the arm of the chair.

“You two are too big for that chair,” Matt says, licking his lips as he stares. “Way too big.”

“Is this anxiety coming through?” Adam asks. “Because if this is a metaphor –”

“Is not,” Matt scoffs. He takes off his shirt like he’s offended at the suggestion. “Mox, you don’t know this, but Adam and I have been practicing.”

Mox chuckles, a warm rumble on Adam’s back. “Practicing?”

“If that’s what they call it then we should be experts by now,” Adam mutters.

“Maybe not – oh – maybe not practicing, I guess, but I’ve been working myself up to this, and I have been able to take the biggest one we have with Adam,” Matt says. He seems cocky, proud of himself as he pulls down his sweatpants. He’s already hard, pretty red cock curving up toward his belly as he steps back and lays down on the bed. “I mean, not to be a dick, but you can’t be much bigger than that one, based on our previous encounter.”

“He always talk like that?” Mox asks, lips by Adam’s neck, and it is distracting as hell that his arch rival’s lips are brushing against his skin while his boyfriend is jerking off on the bed. “He really does make everything sound like a business meeting.”

“You get used to it,” Adam says, grinding back on Mox’s lap. He can play dirty, too. “You gotta lean into it. Treat it like a corporate role play or something.” He grins. “Baby, show Mox what happens when I call you Mr. Jackson.”

Matt exhales, entire body rolling as he fucks up into his fist. “That’s not fair,” he murmurs. “I’m trying to explain a fantasy here.”

“Then explain it,” Mox says. “We ain’t got all day.”

That is an absolute lie, and all three of them know it. Mox made sure this suite was available until 11am tomorrow for this exact reason, and yet Matt nods, turning his glassy eyes over to Mox and Adam.

“I want you both inside me at once,” he says, eyes locked onto Adam. “I want you both,” he pauses, and Adam knows he’s steadying himself to look at Mox when he says it, “to fuck me at the same time.”

“Yeah?” Mox says. He slides his hand into Adam’s lap. “Feels like the Cowboy’s into it.”

“You are, too, jackass,” Adam replies, rolling his ass against Mox’s hard cock. “Don’t get to uppity about it.

“I never said I wasn’t.”

Adam stands and pulls his shirt off over his head. “Matty, hands off.”

Matt takes his hand off his dick. “Why?”

He grins at Matt, then grins back at Mox. “We can’t let Mox get started here without a show, can we?”

“Oh!” Matt says. “Oh, sure. Yeah, I can do that.” He makes little grabby hands, and Adam wants to fuck him silly right now. But they have plans. “C’mere.”

Adam leans over Matt and kisses him deep, keeping his body away from Matt’s as he licks into his mouth, as he marks a few claims over Matt’s skin. Mox will share his body, sure. But Matt will always, always be Adam’s.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mox murmurs. Adam can hear rustling. “Look, you two both know you’re hot as hell, but this feels illegal to watch or something.” Adam thinks Mox has shucked all of his clothes. “Fuck.”

Adam slides his hand down Matt’s thigh and digs his fingers in the way he know gets Matt all whimpery, hiking his leg up. Matt drops his head back and moans.

“That one was on purpose, wasn’t it,” Mox says. Adam can hear his breathing. “Jesus Christ.”

Adam laughs. “Yeah. He’s good at being a pretty little performer.” Adam leans down and kisses Matt again, gently. “You ready, baby?”

Matt nods, determination in his eyes. “I got this.”

“Pretty little performer,” Adam repeated, voice no more than a murmur as he brushes Matt’s hair from his eyes. “One set of eyes on you isn’t enough, is it? You need two people all over you.”

Matt whines like he’s trying to get more contact.

“You want him over here too?” Adam asks. He bites at Matt’s neck. “Can’t get enough. Greedy son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Matt pants. “Greedy. Want both of you. C’mon.”

Adam feels the mattress dip as Mox sits on the bed next to Matt. “Pretty little thing,” he says. “Just wants to be used, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Adam pulls back to see Matt’s chest heaving. “One dick’s not enough for him. He’s gotta be split open by two.”

Matt whines. “This is fun and all, but I really, really want to get railed now, okay?”

“You know that’s not actually what you want,” Mox says. “Say what you actually want.”

Matt flames red. “I want you two inside of me at once.”

“That’s better,” Adam says. He grabs Matt by the hip and flips him over. “But first, we gotta get you ready.”

“I got an idea,” Mox says. He slides down the bed and palms at Matt’s ass. “You like getting eaten out?”

Adam rolls his eyes at how Matt immediately shifts so his ass is on display. “Yes,” he deadpans. “Yes, he does.”

“Cool,” Mox says, and he dives in.

Adam’s never gotten to see Matt’s face when somebody’s tongue is in his ass, but it’s almost as desperate and open as when he’s getting fucked.

“You like that?” Adam asks.

“Yes,” Matt hisses. “Yes, I – oh my god.”

“Tongue’s not just good for talking, huh?” Adam says. He leans in and kisses Matt, awkward as their faces are pressed into the mattress, but Matt doesn’t seem too upset about it.

Mox makes sloppy, slurping noises, eager and goal oriented, and Adam’s got no choice but to rip off his pants and stroke his dick about it.

“Please?” Matt asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

“No,” Adam says. “You have to wait. I’m not putting my dick in your mouth when you specifically asked for it in your ass.”

Matt pouts for a second, then gasps. “Oh, Mox, right there.”

“Yeah?” Mox says, and his beard is shimmering with spit. “There?”

Matt nods. “I can take another finger, c’mon.”

“When’d that happen?” Adam asks. He’s not confused, exactly. But.

“About a minute ago, when you were fucking around with him,” Mox says. “He took it so pretty, too.”

Adam can tell when Mox adds another finger by Matt’s face.

“You use the –”

“What do you think I am, an amateur?” Mox asks. He picks up the bottle, already with a sizeable amount missing, and wiggles it with his free hand. “Of course I used lube.” He must do something interesting with his fingers because Matt gasps. “Didn’t I, Matt?”

Matt nods. “Okay, this is fun, whatever, but this has been too much teasing.” He grabs at Adam’s arm until Adam falls so he’s half slumped on the pillows. “Get in me.”

“You are not ready,” Mox says. “Like, maybe for one.”

“Exactly,” Matt says, and he swings a leg over Adam’s hips and sinks down on Adam’s cock so fast it’s almost impossible. Matt exhales so deeply and so thoroughly it’s like he’s surfacing from a riptide. “There we go.” He rocks a little, like he’s getting used to the size of Adam. “Okay. Mox, go ahead.”

Adam and Mox meet eyes over Matt’s shoulders, and Adam sees his befuddlement mirrored in Mox’s eyes.

“When the fuck did you get the idea you’re in charge?” Mox asks. “And, no, hold on.”

“A finger, obviously,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. “Come on. You want in on this, right?” He rolls his hips masterfully and Adam can’t help the moan that escapes his lips. “You really want to wait?”

Mox bites his lip. “Jesus. You’re a fucking terror.”

“Isn’t he?” Adam says. “It’s great until it isn’t.”

Matt shrugs, throwing his hair over his shoulder. It slaps Mox in the face, but Matt doesn’t seem to even notice. He rolls his hips again.

“You gotta quit that, baby, or this’ll be over way too soon,” Adam says.

“Quick on the draw, Cowboy?”

“You shut the fuck up,” Adam says, glaring at Mox. “Nobody asked you.”

“Pretty sure your boyfriend asked me.”

“Would you two stop the measuring contest and start competing to see, like, who can fuck me better?” Matt asks. “Jesus. I thought I was the most annoying person in this room.”

“I hate it when you’re self-aware and still manage to insult me,” Adam says, but he leans up to pull Matt for a kiss.

He gasps into Matt’s mouth when he feels something brush up against the base of his dick and then alongside of it. Mox’s finger is careful, tentative, but such an unbelievable shift of experience that Adam might get addicted if he’s not careful.

“That’s – oh,” Matt says, shifting. “Okay. Yeah, that’s a lot.”

“Thought you could take Adam and the other dildo or whatever.”

“The dildo doesn’t move on its own, and it isn’t attached to a big, annoying bitch,” Matt retorts.

There’s a smack and Matt grins, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” Mox grumbles.

It takes ages. Mox is incredibly meticulous, Adam is still and concentrated, and Matt, bitchy and demanding as ever, doesn’t let up the litany of complaints and demands for more.

Finally, after what seems like years, Mox is set up behind Matt, his thighs spread over Adam’s as he presses along Matt’s back.

“Are you ready?” Mox asks. “If there’s any problems –”

“There won’t be,” Matt promises.

“Matt,” Adam says, grabbing his face and turning him to look into Adam’s eyes.

Matt nods. “I’ll say. I promise.”

“Good boy.” He yanks Matt down for one last kiss. “He ready, Mox?”

“I think so.” Adam’s never seen such concentration written on Mox’s brow before. “Alright, Matt?”

“Do it,” Matt says, punctuating with a deep exhale.

Adam drops against the headboard as he feels the blunt head of Mox’s cock slide in next to him. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes.

Matt braces his hands on Adam’s chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Adam reaches up, brushes his knuckles against Matt’s cheek. “You okay?”

Matt nods. “Just – it’s so much.”

“In a good way?” Mox asks, voice tight.

“An amazing way,” Matt says. He wiggles his hips and Adam feels – fucking hell, he can feel Mox’s cock rub up against his. “Oh, this is great.”

“Do you want me to move?” Mox asks.

“Yes,” Adam and Matt say at the same time.

Mox chuckles. “Don’t have to be so eager for it, you two.” Adam can’t see much but Mox’s face, but he can feel when he pulls his hips back then pushes in further. Matt whines. “Okay, mostly you.” Mox leans in and pulls Matt’s hair back from his face. “Taking two at once like the best hole there is.”

Matt whines, dropping his head. “I wanna move,” he says, “I – but I can’t. I feel – this is –” He cuts off as Mox pulls just a little further back. “Oh, god, I can’t do anything.”

“Is that a good thing?” Adam asks. He glances down and Matt’s leaking like a broken faucet, still hard as a rock.

“It’s amazing,” Matt says, “like – like I have to – like I can’t – it’s up to you two.” Adam can tell he’s trying to say something else but can’t get the words out, so Adam twitches his hips just the tiniest bit and both Matt and Mox yelp.

“Goddamnit, Cowboy,” Mox growls. “Get your hips back on the bed.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Adam says, but he does, as slow as he can, settle his hips back down flat. Matt’s eyes roll back.

“I – Mox,” he says. “Move. Do – please?”

It’s not like how he’s used to it, with Matt. Mox keeps adding lube when he pulls out and it’s getting everywhere, and Matt’s hands stay on Adam’s chest, arms, stomach, bracing himself and digging in nails. It’s slow. It’s intentional. And it’s incredible.

“I’m so proud of you, Matty,” Adam murmurs, and he reaches down to stroke at Matt’s cock. “Look at you. I knew you could do it, but I didn’t – you’re so good at this.”

Matt’s eyes flutter shut at the praise. “Yeah, I knew I could, too.”

Mox snorts. “The fuck have I gotten myself into…”

“Matt, obviously,” Adam replies, stroking Matt with the end goal in sight.

Something about the phrase does it for Matt, and he comes with a whimper, quiet for the first time of his life, as he paints Adam’s chest and stomach. The way he clenches around Mox and Adam, tight and hot and – fuck. Adam’s not even done much, but he needs it.

“Matt, you okay if I…?”

“Yes,” Matt says to Mox. Adam feels like he’s being tormented, still and powerless as he waits.

Mox rolls his hips gently, the head of his cock catching against Adam’s, and Adam can barely handle it. It’s taking more restraint than he knew he had not to go wild. Instead, he swipes at the come on his chest and offers messy fingers to Matt, who takes them into his mouth eagerly.

“I hate how hot you two are,” Mox grumbles, voice tight. But then he grunts and Adam feels his dick pulse against his own as he gently, slowly, rocks his hips. The press against Adam’s dick, the feeling of Mox’s come next to him inside of Matt. He didn’t think he was that close, but, then again, there was once a time where he didn’t think he’d be with Matt again, either.

He closes his eyes and has to force his hips still. “I’m – oh, god, I can’t – I want to, but I can’t –”

“Are we accidentally edging you?” Matt giggles. He tilts his hips back and Adam feels Mox slip his softening dick out.

“Yes,” Adam answers. “Matty, please, I have to…” He can’t even speak. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he knows how close he is, how badly he needs to come.

“Are you begging me?” Matt asks, and Adam opens his eyes to see Matt on top of his, grinning and gleeful. “Is this a role reversal?”

Adam wraps an arm behind Matt’s back and flips them, slamming Matt to the mattress. His dick is painfully hard, he’s so close. “Can I fuck you?” he asks before sliding back into Matt. He knows Matt might be sore, sensitive, not able to do anything further. He hovers, as still as he can get himself. He knows he might have to find some other way to get off. But he has to. He can’t wait anymore.

“Please fuck me,” Matt says, eyes soft, and Adam dives back in.

He can feel Mox’s come around his cock like last time, easing the glide, and it’s over in seconds. He lets out a hoarse cry as he buries himself deep inside of Matt, adding to Mox’s mess, dropping down on shaking elbows.

He feels a hand on his back, calloused and huge. “Damn, man.”

Adam lifts his head. “Hmm?”

“That was some fucking wild restraint,” Mox says. He rolls to the side of the bed, laying next to Matt and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I’ve never seen anybody simultaneously out of his fucking mind and steady in my life.”

Adam shrugs, still breathing heavily. “Not gonna hurt him,” Adam mutters, dropping his head back down. It’s too much work to keep it up. “Never gonna hurt him again, if I can help it.”

Matt sighs and runs his fingers through Adam’s hair. “Love you, too.”

Mox groans. “How did double penetration turn fucking tender? I hate both of you.”

“You do not,” Adam says, and he finally can steady his muscles enough to pull out of Matt at the slowest pace possible, his cock stinging with oversensitivity. He falls to the side with open arms and Matt dives into them, clamoring onto Adam’s chest like an eager starfish. Mox scoots in to fill the space, lining his body against Adam’s.

“Hey,” Mox says. “You good?”

Adam nods, sleepy but sated. “Different than I expected. You’re a bitch even when your cock’s next to mine. I’m surprised.”

Mox shrugs. “Meeting the energy of the room, you could say.”

Matt lifts a weak arm and flips Mox off.

They lay like that, cozy and quiet, for some time. Adam finds his mind wiped, his body tired, and his anxiety gone. There’s not enough energy left in him to feel it. He trails fingers up and down Matt’s spine, knuckles along Mox’s chest. It’s almost too comfortable. He might need to find an excuse to do something like this again, just to reach this feeling afterwards where things feel this comfortably blank. He’ll start thinking up experiments when he has enough brain power to remember his own name.

When he hears little snuffles he thinks Matt’s fallen asleep, which would mean waking him up which is always unpleasant. He exchanges a little smile with Mox, who raises an eyebrow. Adam shrugs.

A few moments later, Matt finally stirs and sits up.

“So,” he says, smiling a little sleepy but with light in his eyes. “How do the two of you feel about spitroasting?”

“Can we recover from the first threesome first and then talk about the next one?” Adam asks, pulling Matt’s hair away from his face. “The king of one track minds, I swear.”

“There’s a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom,” Mox offers. “Speaking of recovery, you know.” He tucks some of Matt’s hair behind his ear, gentler than Adam expected. “You’re gonna be sore for a while, babe.”

Matt turns a little pinker.

“You just called him babe,” Adam says, and he hears laughter in his voice. “Be careful. That’s how the two of us ended up together the first time.”

Mox stands up and stretches. Adam’s no longer above watching that scarred, beautiful body as it moves, lean muscles under decorated skin. He figures fucking his boyfriend alongside Mox makes all boundaries disappear. “I’ll hear that story someday, I’m sure,” he mutters. “But let’s go check out that jacuzzi.”

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4E with danny/zay OR danny/yuta (your choice!)

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Yuta's used to bitching back and forth with Danny and letting him get the last word, just out of convenience. He never thought there was more to it.

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“Would you stop yawning?”

Yuta snaps out of his daze to see Danny Garcia glaring at him from the other side of the table.

“Jesus Christ, welcome back to earth,” Danny says, grinning. He shoves what appears to be a metric fuck ton of leaves into his mouth. “The fuck were you thinking about, counting sheep?”

“Fuck off, Danny,” Yuta replies. “I was up late last night.”

Danny snorts. “Jerking off to videos of your BCC boys kicking your ass?”

“Studying tape of every time I’ve beaten someone for this belt,” Yuta fires back. “I seem to remember you’re on there, right?”

“I’ve beaten you for the belt, too, dumbass,” Danny snaps, rolling his eyes. He shoves more leaves in his face and turns away, effectively nuking the conversation.

Yuta’s not willing to fight Danny on this right now – he always wants to have the last word and will fight God to get it, and Yuta learned a while ago that shutting up is easier.

But god does Danny chew his lettuce loudly.

He beats the shit out of his opponent for the Pure title, smiling the whole time, and crashes into Danny as he makes his ways backstage.

“Watch it, dumbass,” Danny snipes, glaring at him. “You hit me with your belt.”

Yuta levels him with his best facsimile of Danny’s trademark pout. “Oh, I’m sorry, did the special shiny belt I have that you don’t hurt you?” He turns it into a frown. “Does it remind you that you don’t have a belt at all?”

Danny reaches out and grabs the belt from Yuta, a move so sudden and brazen that Yuta doesn’t have the wherewithal to stop him. “Fuck,” Danny says. “Maybe I should talk this away from you again. Get your dumb bitchy ass back to normal.”

“I’m bitchy?!” Yuta exclaims. “Take a look in the mirror, princess.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny spits back. “Oh, or better, have Mox or Bryan or whatever fuck you so you get this energy out.”

Yuta scoffs. “Don’t be stupid. We make each other even worse.”

“Oh, so the frequent dicking down is what’s got you this sucky,” Danny says. “Whatever. Every day I’m glad I never got stuck with whatever sex dungeon shit you guys do.”

“Love how you’re stealing bits now,” Yuta says. “You tell Hangman you were using that line, or is plagiarism your new thing?”

“Considering you cheated to get your belt, I thought you’d be all about it.” Danny walks away, throwing a smile over his shoulder.

Last word. Again.

Yuta’ll figure out how to beat him at his own game someday.

He pauses in the hallway, seeing Danny and Zay talking into a camera. He steps backward, trying to avoid getting in the way of filming, trying not to set Danny off on one of his bitch fests, but then Danny notices him.

“Oh, hey,” he says, looking Yuta up and down. “You looking to get on camera?”

“I’m looking,” Yuta says, frowning at the way he can feel Danny scrutinize every part of him, “to get to my locker room.”

“Nope,” Danny says, grinning. “Gotta be on camera. This is vlog only territory.”

“Would – just let me walk through!” Yuta resists the urge to hit Danny with his belt. Especially with Isiah right there, it feels like a two on one is a bad move right now. “I have to get to the rooms.” He shoots Isiah a look of mild panic, but Zay just smiles at him an shrugs. Yuta can read it in his eyes: it’d be easier if you just did it.

Danny grins. “All you gotta do is say hi to the camera.”

“I don’t want to say hi so you can make fun of me afterwards,” Yuta grumbles. “Whatever. I’ll just go another direction.”

He’s braced for it when Danny yells, “I’ll get you on one of these eventually!”

Yuta rolls his eyes. Last word again.

“Can you stop yelling?” Yuta asks, and he’s man enough to admit that it’s more of a whine than words. “It’s a hotel lobby, not a bar.”

“You’d be a lot less annoying if you’d come with us to a bar,” Danny says, flashing white teeth over at Yuta. “What are you even doing?”

“I’m leaving the gym, like a responsible adult,” Yuta retorts. “Where are you two going?”

“Bar. Clubs.” Danny does his stupid little hip thrust while Isiah laughs in the background, eyes locked on the way Danny’s hips move. “Gonna get everybody worked up with these hips.”

“Yeah, you are,” Zay murmurs.

“Oh, god,” Yuta sighs. “I’m leaving. This is hell.”

“You’re a killjoy, Yuta!” Danny yells after him. “Have some fun for once.”

Yuta convinces himself it’s not worth it. Whether he’s talking about the club or firing back at Danny, he’s not sure.

He frowns at the photo. The lighting still isn’t at the level he wants it, and all the pumping he’d done before the shot didn’t do as much as he’d hoped.

“Damn it,” he grumbles.

It takes fifteen attempts. None of the angles make his relatively flat ass pop, his abs aren’t doing exactly what he wants them to do. He sighs. “Damn it,” he grumbles.

He shoots a text off to Mox for quality control.

This pic ok? I hate it.

In the back of his mind as he pulls on sweatpants, he muses on the weirdness of his life that he can text one of his childhood heroes a nude for quality control. And how much weirder it is that that person may also show two other wrestling legends the photo for their opinion. And he’s okay with it.

He shakes his head and flops onto his hotel room bed. His life is truly more than he could have expected, in all directions.

When he hears the ring for a FaceTime call, he answers it without thinking.

“You know you have, like, no ass, right?”

Yuta stares at the phone. “What the fuck?”

“That nude you just sent me,” Danny replies. “You have no ass. It’s sad, really.”

Yuta doesn’t know how long it takes him to process what Danny’s said. “What?”

Danny grins. “The full body nude in the mirror? I’d call it tasteful, but you look like a whore.” He shrugs. Yuta hates when he looks this full of himself. “So I guess it’s slutty. Congratulations. You’ve developed a personality.”

Yuta doesn’t answer – he’s too busy staring, horrified, at where he’d sent the photo to Danny instead of Mox. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Danny says. “Wasn’t meant for me, was it?”

“Meant for Mox,” Yuta mutters. He looks at Danny, trying to level him with the best glare he can manage. “Delete it.”

“Why?”

“Because it wasn’t meant for you!” Yuta’s shrieking now. God, only fucking Garcia. “Get rid of it?”

“What if I want to look at it?” Danny asks.

“Why,” Yuta asks, trying to keep himself from jumping through the screen and throttling Danny, “would you want to look at it?”

Danny shrugs. “Sorry for being into hot guys or whatever.” He grins. “Can I show Zay? He’s got a thing for your abs.”

Yuta watches himself go from pissed to interested in the little window of his phone. “He does?”

Danny nods. “Zay! Come here!”

“Don’t – leave him out of this!”

“Zay, come look at this.”

“What?” Isiah’s face pops into frame. “Oh, hey, Yuta.” Then he focuses in on the screen. “Oh shit. That’s full dick right there.”

“Oh my god,” Yuta says, dropping his head into his hands. “Please delete it, Danny.”

“I will,” Danny says, “but you should know, it’s a good shot. You can’t do anything about a medical case of pancake ass, but the cum gutters make up for it.”

“Your chest looks wild,” Isiah comments. “Gonna have to give me some of those pec workouts.”

“This is the worst phone call of my life,” Yuta mutters. He should hang up. He should shut the phone down. “It’s really not bad?”

“Pancake ass is completely forgivable when you got your arms like that so I can see your torso,” Zay says. “Also.” He lets out a low whistle. “Packing some serious heat, Yuta. Damn.”

“Shut up,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes.

“It’s probably warm in the hotel room,” Danny muses. “I’ve seen him in colder locker rooms and his dick is way less impressive.”

“Why are we talking about my dick?!”

“Because you sent me a nude and I’m going to look,” Danny says. He looks directly at the camera and Yuta has to fight himself not to look away. Danny breaks the digital eye contact first and looks up at Isiah, with an interesting little smile on his lips. “Hey, Zay?” He flutters his eyelashes. Kind of. Kind of like…

Yuta’s brain can’t finish the sentence.

“I’m way ahead of you, baby,” Isiah says.

Yuta blinks. He’s a few steps behind. He knows he is.

“Earth to Yuta,” Isiah says. “You having a crisis or something?”

“No?” Yuta says. “What? Are you two together?”

Danny snorts. “Jesus. Yeah. Duh? Have you seen Zay’s vlog?”

Yuta has. Specifically to see Danny, which is something he will absolutely not admit. “Yeah, but I thought – I figured that was for views or something.”

Danny snorts. “I do a lot of shit for views, but sexually frustrating Zay is all for me.” He grins.

Yuta licks his lips before he can stop himself. “Cool.” That’s his choice of word to respond. Cool. He’s going to go throw himself into the hotel pool and hope to turn into a fish. Fish don’t have to deal with awkward situations.

“You’re still here, aren’t you,” Danny says. His eyes flicker up to Zay, who nods. “You should come to our room.”

The words slowly sink in and settle. “Are you hitting on me?”

Danny shrugs and leans back in the chair. He’s shirtless. Yuta hadn’t realized he was shirtless.

He notices, also, Zay is too.

“You sent me a nude,” Danny says. “I figured if anything that would be considered the first move.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Yuta says, but there’s less insistence in his voice. “Fuck it. Are you two seriously hitting on me, or is this a joke?”

“It’s serious,” Zay says, popping his head into the screen. “I’ve seen how you and Danny wrestle. Tell me you haven’t thought about fucking him.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “I think about fucking everybody I wrestle, practically.” It’s apparently a weird thing to say based on Zay’s eyebrows. “What? You don’t?”

“I do,” Danny jumps in. “But most of those people don’t, you know. Send me pictures of their dick and cum gutters on a random Saturday night, so.” His eyes go just the tiniest bit soft. “Are you, like, on the way over here or…?” The suggestion, then anticipation, hang in the air.

“Goddamnit,” Yuta says, sighing. “What’s your room number? This is a terrible idea.”

“Love how you’re already regretting it,” Danny says with an eye roll. But a text pops through to Yuta with the room number in it.

With a glance toward where his intended pajamas rest on the hotel chair, he sighs. “Yeah. Uh. I’ll see you two in a few, okay?”

“See you soon, big boy.”

Yuta really is regretting it now that he’s seen Danny try to wink.

After dressing in what he hopes are appropriate booty call clothes, Yuta checks himself in the mirror before he leaves. His hair’s a mess, still wet from the shower. It was a good idea, at the time – a dripping wet shot, muscles still pumped from the matches. Now it feels like a lot.

He rubs his hand through his hair and walks toward the door, trying to force himself to reconsider this. It’s a bad idea. A really bad idea. Zay vlogs everything and Danny doesn’t know how to shut up.

Then again, he realizes as he slides on his shoes, he hadn’t known Zay and Danny were actually together until they told him.

Maybe they can be discrete.

He looks up and down the hallway as he gets to the elevator. He’s not sure who else is on his floor other than Bryan, who yelled at him for taking the elevator earlier that day, and he doesn’t want to be caught. Luckily, the coast is clear.

He presses the button for Danny and Zay’s floor and begins thinking up excuses for if someone he knows spots him. He’s going to the gym. He’s getting a drink from the hotel bar. It’s none of your business, Trent, go fuck yourself.

He thinks he’s got plenty in his arsenal as the doors open, but he’s in front of the room without interference before he knows it.

He knocks. He waits. He freaks out a little.

And then the door opens.

“Hey,” Zay says, effortlessly cool. Yuta may be willing to admit he’s had a crush for quite some time. But not to anyone but himself, and not until this moment.

Yuta steps in and sees Danny stretched out on the bed. It feels almost too real now, like everything up until this second was a game and now he’s all in.

He swallows. Danny looks up.

“Oh, you showed up!” Danny looks genuinely excited. He throws his phone somewhere among the pillows in the king sized bed and sits up. “Alright. Show us the goods.”

“Fuck,” Yuta says, barking out a laugh before he can stop himself, “no romance about it?”

Danny shrugs. He shuffles down the bed, legs splayed, arms behind his head. Yuta’s eyes lock on the grin. “Do I need romance to get you over here?”

Yuta stares at him. And stares. “Hold on,” he says, “before we go into this, I thought you hated me.”

Danny shakes his head. “Nah. You’re just easy to rile up, is all. And you look hot when you’re angry.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ. You’re awful.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

This is usually, Yuta realizes, where Danny would walk away with the last word. It’s usually where he himself gives up and walks away because he knows the argument will go on for hours if he doesn’t.

But Danny’s in front of him, grinning up at him from the mussed sheets of the bed.

He startles a little when he feels a hand rest on his waist. Zay pulls back.

“Sorry,” Zay says, and Yuta hadn’t known his voice could get that gentle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Yuta says, willing himself to relax. “Yeah, just – didn’t expect to be here tonight, you know?”

Danny’s still smiling. It’s unfair, how comfortable he looks. How at peace in his body as he looks up at Yuta. “That’s okay, if you’re nervous,” Danny says. “We can take care of you.”

Zay snorts.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Danny grumbles.

“I’m – look, it’s just funny with you saying you’ll take care of somebody when you’re already all spread out in front of us.” Zay walks around Yuta, trailing his fingers along Yuta’s waist, and he sits on the bed. “You wanna take care of Danny, Yuta?”

This – it’s not uncharted territory, exactly. He and Mox and Claudio and Bryan have done…similar things in different permutations of each other, but he’s not usually the leader there. Usually, he gets a little more guidance.

He’s not used to having the reins. He kind of likes it.

“Depends,” Yuta says, his voice barely a murmur. “What do you want, Danny?”

Danny sits up, and there’s that insufferable, pretty little pout. “What do you think?”

“I mean,” Yuta says, “I figured, since you invited me over, you’d have an idea.”

Danny shrugs.

Frustration flares the anxiety building in Yuta’s chest, a catalyst for something a little unkind. “Jesus – you usually never shut up, and now you’re making me talk?”

“I don’t – what is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Yuta asks. He notices Danny’s – he’s crawling toward him, sort of, on the bed. “You hit on me and tell me to come over and you don’t even know what you want from me?”

Danny groans. “You are terrible at picking up vibes.” He leans in and, before Yuta can process it, Danny’s kissing him. He yanks him down and falls to the bed, bracing himself with an arm, and then Danny’s in his lap and his hands are in Yuta’s hair and they’re kissing.

It’s almost automatic. Yuta’s hands go to Danny’s ass and haul him in closer, well aware of Zay’s eyes on them, and decides to do what he does best: perform.

Danny’s easy to get moaning, hands on his hips, grabbing his ass, licking into his mouth. Eventually, he turns his head, panting against Yuta’s neck. “Zay,” he manages, “Zay, Yuta’s really good at kissing.”

Yuta glances over to see Zay grinning. “I can see that.”

“I hate it,” Danny whines. He turns back to Yuta. “Why the fuck do you have to be good at everything?”

Yuta levels Danny with what Bryan calls his little shit smile. “Don’t you like it, though?”

Danny groans and leans in, crushing his mouth to Yuta’s, knocking the two of them over. Danny’s maddening with how quickly he goes after Yuta’s clothes.

“Easy, baby,” Zay chuckles. “Let me have a chance, damn.”

Yuta manages to pull his mouth away from Danny’s, but he just locks his mouth on Yuta’s neck instead of leaning back. “Is he always like this?”

Zay shrugs. “Kind of.” He leans in and kisses Yuta, and it’s so different from Danny that it’s almost whiplash. There’s a lot going on all at once – Yuta’s brain is turning to mush before long – and at some point they’re all naked and Zay’s hand is on his dick and Yuta’s mouth is on Danny’s dick.

“God, why are you good at this, too?” Danny whimpers, slowly stroking Zay. It’s almost lazy. Yuta’s kind of disappointed because he himself is going all out. He swirls his tongue around Danny’s dick and Danny’s hips twitch. “Zay, I hate him.”

Yuta pulls off with a pop. “It’s weird you insult me this much,” Yuta says. “Especially since I’m pretty sure you’re about to beg me to fuck you.”

“I wasn’t!” Danny says. Yuta glances at Zay, who is clearly fighting a laugh as he stares at Danny. “Shut up, Zay, you’re making this worse.”

Yuta gets to watch as Zay works Danny open. He’s respectful of all of them – keeps his hand off of his dick other than the occasional stroke while Zay fucks Danny into oblivion with his fingers.

“Usually,” Isiah says casually, “I don’t take this much time, because Danny’s a glutton for punishment, but I figure since you’re a new dick I should be a little more careful with him.” He leans down and kisses Danny’s spine, so gently it makes Yuta’s heart hurt a little bit. “Right, baby? We’re gonna be sweet to you tonight.”

Danny nods and turns his face, beaming at Yuta. “You’re not as big as Zay,” he says, and the tone makes it feel less like an insult, “but I think you’re thicker, right?”

“I think so too, baby,” Zay says. “Gotta take care of you.”

“Can I?” Yuta asks. He presses his lips together, unsure of how to ask. “Are you sure I – you want me to?”

“Hell yeah,” Danny says. “We practically hate fuck in the ring every time we wrestle. I can only guess this is gonna be fucking amazing.”

Yuta watches Zay gently pull his fingers from Danny, stroking one pad of the finger over his hole to see Danny push backward against him. “You ready?”

Yuta nods as he rolls on the condom. “I’m ready. Do you want me to…?” He looks down at Zay’s dick.

Zay grins. “Well, I got some ideas for what we can do, but not right now.” He nods to Danny. “He wants your dick, doesn’t he.”

Danny nods. “Get to it, Yuta.”

“I can’t believe you’re being such a bitch when I’m about to fuck you,” Yuta grumbles. But he lines himself up and waits. “Are you sure –”

“Will you stop acting like I haven’t been planning this for months?” Danny interrupts. He spreads his legs and lays down on his stomach, ass in the air. “Fuck me.”

Yuta’s entire brain blanks when he slides into Danny. He’d be lying if he said he’s never had this idea in his head before, if he said that he didn’t imagine the way Danny’s body would feel under him when they weren’t wrestling. He glances over to Zay who nods.

“Give it to him,” he says, voice low. “He wants it. I swear.” His eyes flicker to Danny.

“We’ve talked about it,” Danny says, rolling his hips to take more of Yuta inside of him. “A lot. It – it gets me off every time.”

“I can’t believe you decided to insult me all this time instead of asking me to fuck you,” Yuta says through gritted teeth. “You’re impossible.”

He moves, slowly, carefully, until Danny’s pulling his hips back and meeting Yuta’s thrusts, encouraging him to speed up. It’s too fucking good.

“Shit,” Zay says. Yuta spares a second to glance next to him, where Zay is standing next to the bed, naked with his hand on his dick. He strokes slowly, eyes locked on Danny’s face. “You look so good, Danny. Never gotten to see you from this angle before.”

Danny grins over at him. “Can I – can I…” He trails off and drops his head to look down at Zay’s dick, then slowly drags his gaze back up to Zay’s face.

Yuta pulls out of Danny for the quickest of moments to let Danny adjust on his hands and knees, and then Danny shifts his hips back so Yuta can sink into his heat again.

“There you go, baby,” Zay murmurs. Yuta stills as he watches as Zay slowly feeds Danny his dick. He wishes he could get a good look at Danny’s face. He thinks it would be incredible. “That okay?”

Danny nods and, to Yuta’s amused horror, starts speaking around Zay’s cock. He laughs in spite of himself with a hand on Danny’s hip.

“What?” Zay asks, pulling back.

“I said, ‘honestly, you could go deeper’,” Danny says.

“And you thought it made sense to talk with my dick in your mouth?” Zay asks. He meets Yuta’s bewildered look with one of his own.

Danny shrugs. “I’m getting a fantasy fulfilled. Let me live.”

“I – whatever.”

“Good to know he’s like that with everybody,” Yuta says, circling his hips.

“Goes for you, too.”

“What does?” Yuta asks.

“You can go deeper,” Danny says. He throws a look over his shoulder that kind of makes Yuta want to strangle him. “Gimme all of what I saw in that sext, Yoots.”

“It wasn’t a sext,” Yuta says, but he does push all the way into Danny’s willing body. Danny sighs as he opens up for him, shifting his hips to adjust again, and it’s a lot. “It – it was an accidental text or whatever.”

Something about the moment resonates. The three of them lose the ability to speak.

“Fuck,” Yuta says, after a day or an hour or a minute. He’s struggling enough to keep it together as it is, but when he locks eyes with Zay he can feel his resolve failing. “Fuck, Danny, how close are you?”

Danny reaches up a hand to flip him off.

“Oh. Right. Dick in your mouth.”

“He’s close,” Zay says. “I can tell – he’s not taking me as deep anymore but he’s going wild on your dick.” He nods. “Grab his. He’ll like it.”

“You want to come?” Yuta asks. “You can.”

Danny makes a muffled sound through a mouthful of Zay’s cock, and Yuta has to force some of the control Bryan and Mox have taught him to not lose it right there. He leans forward, shifting the angle in a way that gets Danny moaning around Zay, and wraps a hand around his cock. Danny turns his head and gasps.

“Please,” he whines, “I wanna come.”

“You can,” Zay says. He strokes his cock wildly. “Come, baby. All over him. I wanna see how pretty you look with Yuta’s dick in your ass.” Zay meets Yuta’s eyes as he continues. “Rough. Fast. It’s how he likes it.”

Yuta does so, never breaking eye contact, and he feels as Danny comes. But what really gets him is watching Zay come all over Danny’s face.

That’s it. No amount of training or BCC bullshit could have stopped Yuta from shoving himself so deep inside Danny he’ll get locked there forever and coming his sanity away.

“Jesus,” Zay mutters.

Yuta shakes his head and comes back. Zay is running a thumb across Danny’s face. “Does he look good covered in come?”

“He sure does,” Zay chuckles.

Yuta pulls out, as slowly and carefully as possible, and releases what apparently had been an iron grip on Danny’s hips by the way Danny falls onto the bed. He rolls over. “Goddamn,” Yuta says. “You wait right here, baby.” On impulse, he leans down and kisses Danny’s cheek, getting a little bit of Zay’s come on his lips. He licks it off and turns to Zay.

“You can’t just do shit like that.” Zay leans over Danny and yanks him in for an aggressive kiss, one Yuta would expect from Claudio or Mox but not from Zay.

“Fuck, okay,” Yuta says when he pulls back. He blinks himself back into focus. “Damn. Hold on. Let me get something to help clean up Danny.”

He ties off and throws away the condom as he runs the water warm. He wipes himself up first, then brings two more towels back.

“Here,” he says, gently wiping down Danny’s face. “You feeling okay?” He grabs the other towel and mops up his belly.

“You’re so much nicer after you’ve gotten laid,” Danny mumbles. It’s a marvel he manages to be this bitchy covered in come and fucked out, but Yuta shouldn’t be surprised.

“Wish I could say the same for you,” Yuta laughs. He taps at Danny’s hip and Danny turns over. Yuta feels Zay’s eyes on him as he cleans up the last of the lube and some stray come that dripped down from Danny’s cock. “You’re still as much of a bitch as ever.”

“He really is,” Zay says. He steps backward and stumbles.

“You good?” Yuta asks. He tosses the towels to the side and gets comfortable sitting up against the headboard.

Zay nods. “Yeah, just tripped over your phone.” He picks it up. “Show me that nude of yours again.”

“You saw all of me naked in person!” Yuta laughs, but he unlocks it anyway.

“Yeah we did,” Danny says, grinning. He grabs the phone from Yuta’s hands. “Yeah. You look good here.”

“Weren’t you gonna text the picture to Mox in the first place?” Zay asks. His eyes are soft and content as ever as he pulls on a pair of sweats from the floor. “Send it, Danny.”

“No!” Yuta dives over Danny, pinning him to the bed again as he grabs his phone back from Danny’s hands. He blushes. He’s not sure why. He was inside Danny, like, five minutes ago. “Give it back.”

“I’m just saying,” Zay says. He drapes himself over Danny and Yuta like it’s nothing. Like this is how they always are. “What’s stopping you now?”

Yuta sighs. “I was planning to send it to him to see if it was a good enough nude,” he admits.

“Good enough for what?”

“For – for being a nude, what else?” Yuta asks. He shoves Zay off of him, but then Danny’s on top of him and he’s lost that battle again.

Danny sighs. “I think Zay was hoping that nude was an accidentally on purpose situation.” He grins. Yuta pokes at a bruise he’d left on Danny’s collarbone, but it backfires when Danny closes his eyes and moans, every so slightly. “Since you’ve been flirting with me for years.”

“I have not,” Yuta says. He shifts so Danny’s got his face toward Yuta’s, but still on his chest. “What? I haven’t been flirting with you.”

“So every time we’ve yelled at each other,” Danny says, frowning, “that wasn’t flirting?”

“I – it wasn’t supposed to be.” Yuta thinks back. In the moment, he’d thought each moment was combat, was Danny trying to prove how much better he was. But now… “Holy shit, you’ve been flirting with me like a fucking dick the whole time.”

“I thought you were flirting back!” Danny says. “I thought that was, like, your vibe with the BCC.” He scoots up, and Yuta’s entire chest feels tight as Danny snuggles into his side.

“I figured that was you being bitter about not being BCC or something,” Yuta says, and he trails his fingertips up and down Danny’s back. His chest tightens again when Danny sighs against his skin. “I always thought you’d be more obvious about it if you were flirting.”

“I constantly brought up sex,” Danny mutters. “I felt like that was obvious enough.”

“That is a fair point.” Yuta looks over at Zay who smiles and nods. Yuta tilts Danny’s chin up and kisses him, soft. It’s different from before. It feels right.

“Maybe now he’ll stop talking about you so much,” Zay says. “He never shuts up about you, dude. Yuta this, Yuta that.” He reaches down and pinches lightly at the skin on Danny’s arm. Danny bats him away.

“Do not,” Danny mumbles. He rolls over Yuta until he’s draped across both of them.

“You definitely do, baby, but it’s cute.” Zay leans up and kisses Danny, and Yuta doesn’t feel jealous.

“Can we do this again next week?” Danny asks. “Or, like, any week we’re all at the same place. Whatever.” He’s wiggled in between Yuta and Zay, looking immensely cozy.

“Zay?” Yuta asks. “Does he add ‘whatever’ whenever he’s asking for something he really wants?”

Zay laughs, eyes crinkling and smile skipping a heartbeat in Yuta’s chest. “Yeah. Yeah, he does.”

“Shut up,” Danny whines. “This is bullying. You two are bullying me.”

Yuta decides to let Danny have the last word this time. But he makes sure the words are well and truly done with a kiss to Danny’s lips.

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