A Friend in Need 4 (hypno)
by Touchstone
Dinner went by without any further incidents, none that went noticed over the table anyway. All Warren could do was smile across the table at Max as his friend kept on repeating how great it was that his boyfriend and his best friend were finally getting along. For the most part Warren was just relieved that no one seemed to notice that he had come to the table with an erection still in his jeans following the incident in the bathroom. Hank, who seemed to have naturally gravitated to the chair beside Warren's seemed to be pretending that nothing had happened, which would have been fine in itself if he hadn't started casually stroking Warren's thigh halfway through dessert.
"What can I say?" Hank chuckled, clearly unperturbed by the fact that Warren was beginning to squirm in his seat, a torn look on his face. "I guess Warren and I had a lot more in common than we thought. Just needed some time to get to know each other better. I mean, he reminds me of when I first started working at the company. So much drive." He accentuated this word by cupping his hand over Warren's groin, eliciting a soft gasp from the younger man.
"I know he has his eyes on my job. And who knows? Maybe he'll have it someday when I make CEO," Hank grinned.
"Ah... Thank you," Warren managed.
"And it never hurts to have friends in high places," Hank reminded him.
Warren wasn't sure if that was a threat. He hadn't considered that Hank held power over his job as well as his dreams off late. One look at the reassuring smile on the older man's face was all it took, however, and he let that thought slip away. Of course Hank would look out for him. Hank was his friend.
"See? And to think you were so against me dating your boss," Max gave Warren an I-told-you-so look. "It wasn't like I knew who he was when I first met him. You acted like I was actively looking for ways to make things weird for you. Hell, I didn't know that I was gay until I met him at that bar."
"Sorry..."
"Oh, stop giving him a hard time," Hank said as he stood up from his seat, taking his hand with him. Picking up his plate and his wineglass, he walked around to where Max was sitting, leaning down and giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. "You never looked back after that night. Why should he?"
"Oh alright. It's just funny, that's all," Max replied, standing up from his seat as well. As the two disappeared into the kitchen, carrying their plates, Warren heard Max continue, "Honestly. He acted like you somehow magically made me gay."
As laughter echoed from the kitchen, Warren was staring down at his empty plate, desperately willing his hard-on to go down.
The three of them were in the lounge later that night, sharing a sofa in front of the television. Holding his half-drunk can of beer, Warren was trying his best to focus on the random documentary about insects that happened to be on while his two friends seemed to be distracting each other. With Hank sitting at the center of the sofa, he was half-turned away from Warren, his lips pressed against Max's neck as the younger man was stifling moans, his eyes closed and clearly not the slightest bit interested in the television.
Warren found himself stealing glances at the two despite himself. Guiltily, the situation reminded him of a night a few years back when Max had been single and Warren had had a date spending the night in their shared dorm room. He hadn't exactly intended Max to feel like a third wheel so much as he had forgotten. By the time he'd even begun to consider it he'd just taken it as a win for once. Being a football player in high school, Max had always been the one with girls chasing him.
Worse still, Warren was finding him self feeling guilty for feeling jealous, not just of the fact that Max had someone (somehow, he felt like whatever he had with... He couldn't remember her name, wasn't quite the same as this) - it was also because of the someone Max was with. Which was ridiculous. He was straight. He liked girls.
And yet the way Hank seemed to be making his younger lover moan, his large arms holding him close just seemed... Right. Better. Perfect.
"Hank..." Max shuddered as the kiss seemed to start trailing lower down his neckline. "We... We shouldn't."
Hank pulled back, a puzzled expression on his face. "Why?"
"Uh... Hank, we don't want to make Warren uncomfortable," Max replied, giving Warren an apologetic look over Hank's shoulder.
Hank's eyes widened, backing off slightly. "Oh, right," he muttered, looking back toward Warren, equally apologetic. "Sorry, Warren. We'll uh.., save the festivities for later."
"No, no," Warren shook his head, suddenly guilty that he'd somehow cut in. "You two don't have anything to hide from me. Really."
"Yeah, but we don't need to be shoving it in your face now, do we?" Max rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Hank. You're like a horny teenager sometimes. Learn to act your age while I go wash the dishes."
And with that, Max was gone, leaving the two alone on the couch.
"I'm sorry again," Hank said, turning slightly toward Warren. As his blue eyes met Warren's, the younger man could only shrug sheepishly, detecting nothing but sincerity from the older man.
"Don't worry about-
The sentence died the moment he felt those thick fingers cup his chin. When had Hank gotten so close?
"Didn't mean to make ya feel so left out," the older man whispered huskily, the smell of beer on his breath.
"Hank," Warren protested weakly. "What are you-mmf!"
Warren soon found Hank's tongue occupying his mouth, melting as he was gently led downward, his head resting on the arm of the sofa as Hank ruthlessly plundered his mouth, a firm hand behind his head. His hands desperately wrapped around the bigger man, wandering aimlessly over that muscled back, infuriatingly trapped within his wifebeater.
It all seemed to become a haze at that point. Hank’s hand was on his groin at one point, beneath his shirt at another, gently teasing his nipples. All Warren knew was pure, mindless bliss coupled with white hot pleasure, his jeans never having felt so tight in his entire life. By the time he heard the sound of his zipper being pulled open, he was all too aware of the dampness of the fabric surrounding the head of his crotch. Warren couldn't remember ever being this horny, not even since his days in college. He'd had his share of women who liked to take charge, but this was on an entirely different level altogether. The beard scratching at his chin, the soft growls coming from the bigger man, the realization that Hank had him utterly helpless and moaning beneath him like a bitch in heat- Warren felt like he belonged here.
"Hank!"
Max's voice cut through the erotic stupor, sharp as a knife. Suddenly Hank wasn't kissing him anymore, and a soft whimper left Warren's lips as he felt that delicious weight shift off him. Suddenly Hank was on his feet, facing his boyfriend who was staring, open-mouthed at the two of them, the shock on his face almost audible despite the lack of words that passed between the three of them for the longest five seconds of Warren's life.
What had he done? What had Hank done? Whose fault was this? Had he just triggered yet another break-up?
"I think you've scared Warren more than enough for one night," Max finally said, the look on his face melting into one of simple annoyance rather than pure rage. "Geez, Warren, I'm so sorry- Hank gets a little carried away sometimes."
"Oh I don't think he minded at all, did ya boy?" Hank chuckled, winking at Warren as though he'd just been caught for forgetting to take out the trash.
It was all too bizarre. Warren had expected more from Max, but his friend seemed genuinely fine with the fact that he'd just caught his boyfriend kissing another man. "Uh... I'm alright, really," he said softly, his eyes trailing back down to his own clothed erection which he quickly covered with his hands.
"Hank, Warren is straight," Max sighed. "He's not some guy we brought home with us from the bar."
"I don't know," Hank replied, "Doesn't look like he'd mind spending the night sandwiched between us two."
Max just rolled his eyes. "Ignore him, please."
"No it's... No trouble at all..." Warren replied blankly, the image of himself between the two larger men flashing briefly in his mind, causing his cock to throb once more. "I uh... It's late. We've got work tomorrow and I should be going anyway."
He stood up, zipping up his pants and starting towards the door- only to have Max step in his way.
"You're not driving home, not like this," Max said, his gaze serious and unflinching.
"I'm not that drunk!" Warren protested.
Wait, was he? How much wine had he had at dinner? How much beer while watching Hank and Max play tonsil hockey?
It would explain why he'd started kissing Hank back, after all.
"We have a guest room," Max stated matter-of-factly. "Tomorrow morning Hank will drive you to yours so you can get dressed for work, then you can drive in to work together."
Warren would have protested, but the next thing he knew, Hank's arm was over his shoulder and he was being guided down the hall by the older man. No words were exchanged. He found himself standing in a fairly standard, if undecorated, bedroom with a double bed, staring out the door at Hank, who had now doubled back to take his boyfriend by the hand.
"I believe we have unfinished business to settle?"
Warren never heard the reply, willing himself to close the door as he saw Max wrap his arms around the older man. Turning around, he heaved a deep sigh as he undressed down to his boxers and undershirt, flinching as he heard another door slam from the corridor. As he turned off the light and crawled into bed, he found that he couldn't hear anything else. Which was good, he thought. The last thing he needed was to be kept awake by the sounds of Hank and Max's lovemaking.
And yet.
His mind refused to stop working. Despite not hearing anything he could still just imagine them right now, Max's legs coiled around Hank's waist, the older man's cock buried in his ass. The two of them grunting, groaning, sweating, calling out each other's names in the dark.
"Oh daddy!"
Muffled. Barely audible, but Warren was convinced that that was what he heard. He'd jokingly teased Max about the age difference before, but it seemed that Max and Hank reveled in their roles.
Warren forced his eyes shut, taking a deep long sniff of Hank's underwear-
He paused. When had he fished it out of his jeans? Once again it was like his hands were moving of their own accord. One refusing to pull the pungent fabric from his face, the other absently rubbing and groping at the tent in his boxers.
Time seemed to stretch from that point onward. He was distantly aware of the sounds of a creaking bed through the walls, as well the sound of his friends gasping and moaning. Somehow it didn't distract him- all of his attention seemingly invested in Hank's underwear, imagining the older man wearing nothing but that, the scent of his groin flooding his nostrils. Each breath seemed to renew the urgency with which he desperately continued stroking, eager for a release that just didn't seem to come.
Max was probably not having that problem.
He was shaken out of his stupor by the sound of the door opening. By this point it could have already been an hour or more since the sounds from next door had ceased, and his cock was already achingly hard, his balls feeling like they would burst at even the drop of a feather.
Standing in the doorway, clad in an identical pair of white briefs to the one he was holding, was Hank, smiling at him with his arms crossed.
"Trouble sleeping, son?"
Warren let out a gasp, tossing the briefs aside despite knowing full well that he'd already been seen sniffing them desperately.
"No need to be embarrased bout it," Hank's deep voice crossed the darkened room, with him following suit, his sweat-slicked skin just screaming 'sex' in the moonlight. Warren found himself at a loss for words, staring dumbfoundedly up at Hank as the man swept his covers aside, revealing his hand still on his crotch, his boxers already more than a little bit damp from the pre-cum he'd been leaking.
The bed groaned slightly under the weight of Hank, the older man settling down on his side beside the still seemingly immobile Warren, his bearded face soon a hair's breadth from Warren's ear.
God. He could still smell it. Hank. Max. Sex. Sweat. He could feel the blood rushing towards his face, his erection beginning to die down from the embarrassment of being caught.
"Where is..." he finally found his words.
"Asleep. It's so cute how Max just seems to melt seamlessly into a deep sleep when he's done. Have had him fallen asleep a couple of times with his face still in my crotch. A couple more with me still inside his tight ass..." Hank grinned proudly.
Warren felt those fingers on his chin again. No resistance as he was turned until his nose was brushing against Hank's, those eyes seemingly gleaming in the dark.
"Bet you could use some help getting some sleep yourself."
"Um..." Warren gulped. Why wasn't he protesting?
He hadn't noticed where the other hand was trailing, only realizing when his clothed member was given a sharp squeeze. The loud "Oh!" that followed was all the opening Hank needed to close the gap and once again fill his mouth with his tongue. Just like before, it seemed like the other side of Warren was bubbling to the surface, no more protests, no more questions. The only sounds he could make were 'mmmf's of pleasure, his body crying out for more of Hank's warmth.
He could feel his cock being fished out of his boxers, the head rubbing and smearing precum on Hank's briefs. That firm grasp, it reminded him of the first time he had felt it in the office barely three days ago. Yet it completed him somewhat, made him feel like he was coming home to the person who would make everything in his life better. Warm. Safe.
By the time the kiss ended, the eyes that were staring back at Hank's were those of a desperate, needy boy, wanting more.
"There now," Hank smiled, his thumb just pressing lightly on his lips. "Got you all nice and relaxed...you probably don't mind if I help you out some more, do you?"
The only reply he got was a blank, lustful stare.
"I'll take that as a 'yes', then," the older man chuckled, his thumb slipping past Warren's lips as his other hand smoothly trailed upwards, gently stroking his chest.
There was no telling where that finger had been, but Warren didn't seem to mind. The rest of his body seemed fine with what was happening, and his tongue and lips were no different, almost gladly welcoming the digit into his oral cavity. Despite the lack of attention his cock was now getting, he soon felt a sharp squeeze on one of his nipples and he jerked- shuddered, then melted back into the calm.
"Mmm... You're a live wire, aren't you?" Hank teased, "I think I prefer you this way. Calm. Docile. Agreeable. Work has you way too tense and maybe you'd be much more fun to have around if you were always like this..."
“I’ll second that.”
There was no need to look to tell that Max had come into the room, fully naked with his soft cock swaying gently with each step he took closer to the pair. Warren didn’t even budge as Max’s weight joined them on the bed, his friend on his other side with a wide grin on his face.
He turned slightly to look at Max, confused yet still unable to find his words. He remembered Max as the jealous type back in college- yet the one he seemed to be dealing with right now seemed to be a completely different person.
“I missed you too, buddy,” Max whispered, his hand enclosing his other nipple and squeezing gently.
Warren had never considered his nipples to be an erogenous zone, and yet somehow, caught between two men, he was beginning to feel like an instrument being played, completely powerless to their whims. He’d never been very vocal during sex with women either, and yet now it didn’t seem to take much to make him moan. It was like every nerve fibre in his skin was singing out, begging to be touched and his two dear, generous friends were obliging.
The next thing he knew, he was kissing Max. Max his ex-roommate. The one who he’d almost considered a brother. The one he’d almost abandoned the moment he learned that he was gay. There was a brief moment of regret, but Max kissing him felt like he was being absolved of all his sins, and in the face of the sheer power both men seemed to be radiating, he felt like a worshipper returning to his temple after years of being astray.
But he was straight, his mind continued to protest. He liked women.
And yet he let them take his undershirt off, watching with bated breath as Max’s tongue grazed his nipple.
“What kind of hosts would we be if we just left you here alone?” Hank chuckled.
Alone. He didn’t want to be alone, not when he could be with them. He closed his eyes and turned his head as Hank started kissing at his neck, a possessive arm wrapped around his chest. His nipples were only slightly sore- but now unattended, where was Max?
And then he knew, and he almost cried out, his toes curling and his back arching as he felt his friend’s lips encompass his throbbing manhood.
There was a woman- of course there was a woman, he was straight after all- she would never have done this. Found it beneath her. He hadn’t minded before, but now- what was her name again?
Hank quieted his moans once again with his lips, and he realized that he didn’t mind the beard or the moustache or the fact that he was being plundered like a schoolgirl- this was just how it was meant to be. No kiss would ever come close ever again.
He could hear Max moaning and slurping on his cock enthusiastically- he would have put his hand on his friend’s head but it was so hard to move now. His entire body was their plaything, and he loved it. He might have thanked them if his tongue wasn’t still rubbing against Hank’s. If only he could do something more tangible for them that wouldn’t cross a line-
Hank had stopped kissing him. He opened his eyes just in time to see the man shift, straddling his chest.
“Remember,” he heard the older man say as he peeled his briefs open, “It ain’t gay if I don’t come in you.”
Of course. Perfectly happy with that explanation, Warren kissed the head of Hank’s cock. God, when had cock ever smelled so good?
There were brief recollections of the evening in the gym as it slipped past his lips. Had he done this before? How had he forgotten? It was impossible to understand how he would have forgotten such a thing, and so he didn’t try, focusing all his energy and effort into showing Hank how grateful he was.
“There ya go,” he heard the older man chuckle. He felt his hand stroking his hair, and he remembered, the floor of the sauna, the cock so deep in his throat that he was breathing through salt and pepper pubic hair. “Missed it, didn’t you?”
“Oh God yeth,” came the muffled response. The first three words he’d managed in what felt like forever.
He let Hank determined the pace, guiding his head up and down mindlessly as he revelled in the glorious scent and taste of man.
“That’s a good boy,” Hank praised, and he felt himself grow lighter, blushing at the comment. “Me and Max are always gonna take care of you. No matter what.”
“Mmhmm,” he heard Max chip in.
And he believed them. What other choice was there? As his balls churned with Max’s tongue eagerly fondling them, he could only accept it as truth. With every soft grunt coming from Hank, every throb of that delicious cock in his mouth, it felt like he’d been doing this forever. The three of them were a well oiled machine, and they completed him as much as he completed them.
“Oh man… gonna…”
He felt Hank pull out, and his eyes immediately opened, desperate, longing.
Hank gave him a concerned look. “You sure?”
He didn’t care anymore. What it was called. Somehow he knew that he would never be complete until he knew what Hank tasted like. “Please,” he whispered softly, the word that trailed came almost naturally, “Daddy.”
Hank smiled almost benevolently down at him. “Well, when you ask like that…”
Warren sighed gratefully as Hank’s cock slipped past his lips a second time. This time he moved his head with renewed vigor, determined to taste the older man’s seed.
“Oh…” Hank’s eyes widened, seemingly surprised at how quickly Warren seemed to be taking to it. “Good boy… such a good boy… Daddy’s seed is gonna make you a new man. Make you crave Daddy’s cock like nothing else- your friend down there is testament to that!”
Max himself seemed to be redoubling his efforts, sensing that Warren himself wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. Somewhere along the line he had started stroking himself, his own completion edging closer.
To say that the three of them came at exactly the same moment may have been an overstatement. Warren was clearly at a disadvantage given that the other two men had been paying him so much attention. He was the first to cry out- shooting his load into Max’s mouth, Despite having cum so much over the past three days, Max would have been none the wiser with the amount he was guzzling up.
Warren had barely gotten a breath in before Hank came. And it was glorious. It felt like he’d been wondering forever, a curiosity that was quickly sated as he dutifully gulped down every last drop, his lust-addled brain telling him that this was the best thing he had ever tasted.
And Hank had been right. As soon as the older man pulled out of his mouth, he looked up at him, his eyes seemingly acknowledging that he felt… different, somehow.
As Hank shifted to the side, he saw Max coming up the bed, his cock in his hand. Moving on autopilot, Warren sat up and took it into his mouth, not having to do much before he was soon tasting Max on his tongue, creamy manseed dripping down his throat.
The three of them were soon panting, lying next to each other on the bed. Warren found himself leaning over to kiss Hank, with Max’s arms wrapped around him.
And Hank had been right, he thought to himself again. For the first time in a long time, it felt like what he was, or what would happen tomorrow would never matter again. Realizing that this was perhaps indeed what Max felt every day of his life, Warren fell asleep with a smile on his face, sandwiched between his two best friends.
END, for now
Author's note: I know, I know. Massive wait. Sorry! Doubly sorry if it doesn't live up to expectations (assuming there are any) I think I might just end it here, before it outstays its welcome. But if I get any other ideas that could somehow fit it may get a random follow-up chapter or a spin-off either detailing how Max met Hank or... something. Thanks for reading!