Full Circle

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They both stared up at him, fire in their eyes, but there was something different about the intensity in Mateo’s. Yes, his lover needed this, especially now for some reason.
It was Teo who took the plate from Tristan’s hand and set it on the table. Teo who kissed Tristan’s neck, then chest, one nipple, then the other, before moving his lips down Tristan’s torso.
Mateo’s voice was rough, breathless, when he said, “Come closer, Jay. Watch me own him.”
And then Teo went down to his knees.
Tristan cursed.
Josiah’s cock went painfully hard.
His legs were weak as he made his way down the hall and sat in the chair where he could see them. His eyes never left Mateo as Teo lowered Tristan’s sweats, his dick springing free. Teo looked up, Tristan stared downward as Teo’s tongue started at the base of Tristan’s cock, and then slowly, so damn slowly, made its way up to the tip.
As if Teo’s tongue was on him as well, Josiah trembled along with Tristan.
“You are mine, too.” Teo circled the swollen head of Tristan’s erection, still looking up at him. “Even if no one can know, even if I’m a piece of shit gangbanger, you are mine, just like Jay is. Just like I’m fuckin’ yours.”
Tristan growled in response. Mateo’s words, though spoken to Tristan, still filled Josiah. It was as though he felt Mateo’s breath on his skin the same way Tristan must. Felt the words and heard the need in them. The need for Teo to know Tristan was his in every way, like he knew with Josiah.
“Hey.” Tristan tilted Mateo’s head upward. “You are ours. Both of ours. Always. What do you need?”
Teo never really needed anything. At least, he never voiced it. He gave. Ever since Josiah had known him, he’d given everything he could to Josiah.
Instead of replying, Teo sucked the tip of Tristan’s cock, licked and kissed at it. Josiah’s balls ached, but damned if he didn’t feel Teo’s mouth, too. Josiah pulled himself out of his sweats as his own hand became Teo’s mouth sucking him the way he did Tristan.
Tristan tried to move, but Mateo’s arm came up, pushing into Tristan’s stomach and pinning him to the wall. A flash of something...fear, or anger, sparked in Tristan’s eyes, but then he caught sight of Josiah, and it was almost like he could see whatever it was disappearing. Then he looked down at Mateo, grabbing hold of his hair as Mateo blew him.
Mateo’s mouth went wide. He looked like he almost gagged, but as though he needed all of Tristan inside him more.
Josiah kept watching, kept stroking his dick that ached and pleaded with him to let loose.
Mateo pulled back, and Tristan’s cock twitched against his stomach as Mateo buried his face in Tristan’s pubic hair and inhaled.
“He smells so fuckin’ good, Jay.”
Josiah squeezed the base of his shaft to hold himself off.
And then Mateo was sucking him again, his eyes up toward Tristan, who still gripped his hair tightly. Josiah saw the tick in Tristan’s jaw, the vein in his neck, and knew he was about to let go, about to fill Mateo’s mouth. But then he grabbed Teo, pulling him off of him. “That’s enough. You made your point. You couldn’t claim me today, but you did so now. It’s my turn.”
With that Tristan pulled Mateo to his feet, grabbed his shirt and ripped it over his head, before his mouth went down hard on Teo’s. The contrast of them was beautiful, Teo’s dark skin, Tristan’s white. Teo’s tattoos and scars, compared to Tristan’s smooth body.
Mateo thread his arms around Tristan’s neck as Tristan worked Teo’s jeans.
“You’re feeling it, Josiah, aren’t you? You’re right here with us. You know when I touch him, I’m touching you, too, don’t you?”
A shiver ran through Josiah. “Yes,” he answered Tristan. It was true.
Mateo kicked out of his jeans and Tristan finished stepping out of his sweats. “You love nothing more than taking care of Josiah. Of being there for him and protecting him.”
Tristan wrapped a hand around both their cocks and started jacking them off together, as Josiah started to do the same to himself.
“Need it,” Teo rasped out. “So fuckin’ much. It’s always made me feel like somethin’ to be who he needs.”
“But you need the same thing sometimes, don’t you, Mateo? I saw it today. You want someone to take over, to give you what you need, maybe even when you don’t realize it.”
“Yes...” Mateo hissed out as Tristan still jerked him off.
And there it was again, more little ways their pieces fit. Mateo loved him. He always had, and always would know that. Being who Josiah needed him to be gave Teo something, built him up, when nothing ever had before. Josiah had always known that. He needed to be so many things to Josiah to feel worthy, but then, he needed that strength given back to him. Not in the ways Josiah gave; he needed the softness from Josiah, but he also needed that dominance sometimes that Tristan could give. Something Josiah never would be able to, and he was okay with that.