"I- I just feel so stupid," Chaeffer said, still pacing.
The three of them had fled Cumana and ended up in some no-name village in central Venezuela afterwards, becoming the rather unexpected guests of la Alianza de Libertad Venezolana. They'd interceded in a government raid, saving the village, but no one was entirely sure how to deal with three U.C.S. deserters in the middle of the revolutionary village. Rather than hash out the situation -- Diaz, and the revolution, and their twenty-five million dollars in three-times-stolen gold -- they just quietly holed up for the night in the ramshackle house the revolutionaries were letting them use, and Chaeffer got to work fretting about a much more personal problem.
Darril had sprawled out immediately on one of the two cheap beds in their one-room house, and Renges sat down at the desk opposite, going through maps and routes for the morning. Chaeffer paced around and apologized.
"She seemed so nice and I would've blown everything if you guys hadn't stopped me," Chaeffer continued, a look of absolute misery etched on his face. "I just wanted to meet someone who really liked me..." he trailed off, frowning.
"You shouldn't beat yourself up over it, man," Darril spoke from the bed, idly tossing a ball of crumpled paper up and catching it repeatedly.
"And I fucked everything up in Cumana! I just keep screwing things up for you two!" Chaeffer grabbed the other chair by the desk, scraping it out against the cheap carpet so he could straddle it backwards. "I just feel like such a failure, guys." He let his head down against the back of the chair. Darril and Renges shared a look over the back of his head.
"Yeah, you sure do screw up a lot," Renges slapped Chaeffer on the back, companionably, and Darril gave Renges a dirty look. To Darril, Chaeffer was kind of the squad mascot -- barely out of training, inexperienced, clueless, but he just couldn't bring himself to get mad at the kid for long, even when it was wholly his fault they'd lost the gold in the first place. He was also kind of a constant cockblock for him and Renges. Darril just tried to not hold it against him. Renges continued: "But we've all gotten along okay so far — maybe you can wise up and things'll just get better from here."
"Ugh," Chaeffer said, still face down against the chair back. "I don't wanna be a dead weight to you guys — you're all close and I'm just the newbie. You guys should just leave me behind."
"That's laying it on thick," Darril said from the bed, still tossing the paper ball in the air. "You're in our squad, and I'd be a shit sergeant if I let you take the flak for my dumb plan."
"Your plan was great, Darril...." Chaffer sighed, then continued. "If I hadn't freaked out we'd be out of here by now, with the gold."
"Maybe," Darril said. "Or maybe something else would've gone wrong, one of a hundred ways it could've, and maybe things would've gotten way worse." He shook his head. "No way, you can't second-guess yourself like that — you can't tell how it might've gone. We're all still here, alive and together, and we're gonna get out of the country and get our gold."
"But what if I screw up again? I'm just going to ruin it all, get wooed by the wrong woman and spill everything."
"Man, cheer up!" Renges said, "Whining about how you're a failure isn't going to help anyone."
"I... I just want..." Chaeffer trailed off again.
Renges rolled his eyes, more for Darril's benefit than for Chaeffer's. He scratched his knuckles over Chaeffer's scalp until Chaeffer's flailing hands knocked his aside. "You want us to tell you that you're terrible and we're ditching you, and we're not gonna do that, so you just got tough luck, man."
"Thanks, Renges." Chaeffer still sounded sepulchral, his voice so gloomy Darril had to bit his lip from laughing. Chaeffer probably wouldn't appreciate that. "Even though I don't deserve it."
"Christ, you're such an Eeyore tonight," Renges said, "too bad we can't take you out for a night on the town to cheer you up."
"You shouldn't have to waste your time and money on me, you guys." Chaffer shook his head, more like rubbing his forehead against the flat back of the chair. "I'd just end up talking to a spy — the only reason anyone would want to talk to me."
"Alright, c'mon, that's it." Renges stood up, pushing his chair out with a clatter. "This is enough of a pity party, you gotta get up." Chaeffer lolled his head to look over at Renges, revealing a reddened mark on his forehead from where he'd been resting it on the chair back.
"No, seriously, get up." Renges hoisted Chaeffer bodily out of his seat. "You're always so cheerful and eager, man, what's gotten into you?" Renges actually sounded worried, which was reasonably remarkable for him. Darril liked him, but he had to admit he was a little... cheerfully amoral, a trait he definitely still carried in his interpersonal relationships.
"Just..." Chaeffer still refused to make eye contact, even as he leaned against Renges. "We all went out and the only person who talked to me was that crazy Zaftran chick, and you guys knew better and I thought that she might just be interested in me, you know?"
"Are you seriously this down because you got played?" Darril asked from the bed.
"Man, you're obtuse," Renges said, and Darril smiled for a half-second until he realized Renges had been talking to him.
"Hey!"
"He's down 'cause he thinks no one'll ever like him 'cause he's a putz." Renges looked over at Chaffer and continued, in a slightly different voice, "Hey, Chaeffer."
"Look," Renges continued, "when we took off we could'a just left you behind, right, adn we didn't." Chaeffer actually looked up at him for that, and Renges looked down, swinging an arm over his shoulder. "If we wanted to ditch you, we would've already."
"Yeah, that's super reassuring!" Darril said.
Renges rolled his eyes up, like he was asking the heavens why he had to be stuck with Darril. "Shut up, man."
Renges continued: "Look, my point is that we're here for you, okay?" Renges stepped closer to Chaeffer, right in front of him. "And..." he said, lowering his voice so Darril couldn't hear, "I know back at the station you'd, y'know, peek over at me an' Darril, and... we'd both be there for you in you wanted someone to 'be interested' in you. If you wanted."
Darril had craned his head up when Renges dropped his voice, his expression going from bored to suspicious in a half-second. Chaeffer, on the other hand, flushed beet red. He stammered out a few half-formed words, mouth working even though nothing was coming out.
"Hey, what'd you say to him?" Darril said, looking at Renges, brow furrowed.
"None of your business," Renges responded, ignoring the slight hiccup of laughter that ran through Chaeffer's frame at that.
"Did you just —" Darril said, cutting himself off as his eyes went wide. "Really?!"
"Oh, c'mon, like you've never — you told me, that time," was as far as Renges got before Chaeffer made a muffled sound against his chest, laughing a little hysterically.
"I told you that in confidence!" Darril sat up straight, trying to talk loud enough that no one would notice the blush creeping over his face. "You said we'd talk to him together!"
"What d'you think I'm doing now?"
"Hey, look," Chaeffer started, voice muffled against Renges' rumpled shirt. "I-I didn't want to say anything about... that, because I just thought I'd... make things awkward."
"Blame Renges!" Darril glowered at Renges, face a little red. "I'm his commanding officer, man!"
"Funny, that never stopped you with me."
Darril opened his mouth to respond, but closed it when Chaeffer started talking.
"I just thought, um, you wouldn't be interested in — just, anything, so I never...""
Darril couldn't keep his hands to himself, and now that they'd deserted he'd gotten even more lax about the pretense that he and Renges weren't committing actions unbecoming of soldiers in the same chain of command with each other. Frequently, though never when Chaeffer was in the same room.
Renges had actually been pretty amazed Darril hadn't noticed Chaeffer almost walking in on them so many times already. He, on the other hand, had seen Chaeffer not-so-discreetly checking out Darril all the time, both back at the base and almost constantly now that they were on the run.
"I think whatever damage that would be done has already happened." Renges sighed, overly dramatically, "Not that there was really any damage worth talking about."
Darril looked over at Renges and Chaeffer appraisingly. "...Well, did he answer you?"
Renges rolled his eyes. "Darril, that's not how you ask someone out for a liaison."
"Um," Chaeffer said, and they both looked back at him. "I just... really don't want to mess things up between you two."
Renges rolled his eyes, then pushed Chaeffer backwards a half-step, up against the bare, off-white wall. "I don't think you will," Renges said, hands dropping to tug at the ripped hem of Chaeffer's military-green tee.
Chaeffer bit his lip, eyes dropping down. "I don't want to make things... uncomfortable between you two," he repeated, blushing as Renges slid his fingers across his stomach.
Renges stooped his head, "Do we look uncomfortable?" he barely murmured, lips already brushing against Chaeffer's. "I think we'll go as far as you want us to, but you gotta say so." He paused, resisting the urge to look back at Darril, who from the sound of it was still on the bed and hadn't moved an inch, eyes probably locked on them. "I know how you feel about Darril, but—" he stopped talking as Chaeffer closed the gap, pushing himself up slightly to press their lips together, the last fragment of Renges' sentence coming out as a unintelligible mumble against his lips.
It was a short kiss, mouths parted slightly, but when Renges pulled back they were both grinning.
"Well." Renges said, a little dumbstruck. "Okay. Good."
"That's so hot," came Darril's voice from the bed and Renges flipped him off without even looking over. Chaeffer's eyes flickered towards him for a moment before Renges pulled him close for another kiss, both of them staggering away from the wall. This one was longer and deeper; their lips slowly parted as they kissed. Renges took Chaeffer's upper lip between his and ran his tongue against his already-flushed mouth, his mouth opening in invitation. Their tongues met as they pulled each other closer, kissing wetly as Darril stared, jaw hanging open. Chaeffer pulled back, breathing heavily, and Renges looked down at him, grinning.
"Uhh," Chaeffer managed to croak out. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Darril climbed off the bed as Renges lowered his face for another kiss. Their eyes closed as they kissed, and this time Renges swiped his tongue against Chaeffer's parted lips before wetly curling his tongue into Chaeffer's mouth. Chaeffer responded in turn, licking across Renges' lips and then curling his tongue back, running it across Renges' teeth. Chaeffer's hands came up around Renges' waist as Renges slipped a hand up the back of Chaeffer's shirt, steadying on the small of his back as he practically bent Chaeffer backwards, his other hand wrapped around Chaffer's hip, his thumb rubbing against Chaeffer's fine-haired stomach.
They parted again, Chaeffer looking flushed and a little dazed as he stared at Renges' face. He took a step backwards and almost ran into Darril, fitted neatly in the space between him and the wall, jumping in surprise as he collided against Darril's chest. "You guys," Chaeffer said, flushed and a little pleading, "I really don't want to mess up anything between you—"
Darril stepped forwards, practically carrying Chaeffer with him, sandwiching Chaeffer between the two of them. "You really won't," Darril rumbled in Chaeffer's ear, splaying his hands around his waist. "Do we look angry?" He grabbed at the hem of Chaeffer's tee even as Renges slid his hands higher under it, rubbing against Chaeffer's relaxed, pliant muscles. "We really do like you," Darril continued as he pulled up on Chaeffer's tee, inverting it, "even when you screw up and whine about it."
"Hey," Chaeffer said, furrowing his brow and frowning; Renges laughed a little, not unkindly. Darril closed his sentence with a kiss against Chaeffer's neck, right before the shirt cleared his chest.
Chaeffer's dogtags clattered back down across his chest as he raised his arms up so Darril could pull his shirt off. They both ran their hands across Chaeffer's bare chest, Darril reaching around to tweak his nipples as Renges slid his hands back, dragging his fingertips lightly across his bare skin until they came to rest over his shoulder blades. Chaeffer leaned back against Darril as he slid his hands down across Renges' muscled stomach, pushing his fingertips under the waist of his belted pants.
Chaeffer turned his head to kiss Darril, the muscles in his neck in smooth relief as they kissed, mouths open. Renges just stared at them: Darril stooping down, hands wandering across Chaeffer's bare chest, a pale scattering of blond hair softening the hard edges of his muscles. But then Chaeffer grabbed Renges' waist and pulled their hips together, arching up to grind his half-hard dick against Renges'.
Renges reached down to Chaeffer's belt, first reaching around back to grope Darril and slide his rough palm against the smooth skin of Chaeffer's back. He unbuckled Chaeffer's belt, letting his pants sag a little as he pulled the belt off and let it drop.
Renges skimmed his fingers across the bulge of Chaeffer's dick as he unbuttoned and unzipped Chaeffer's pants, Chaeffer's dick hot against Renges' hand as he cupped his hand around the bulge, straining against the tight grey fabric of his underwear.
Renges leaned forward, catching Chaeffer's lips just as he broke away from Darril and kissed him again, as he started grinding against Chaeffer's dick, and Chaeffer groaned into his mouth and pressed his entire body against Renges'.
Darril twisted and stumbled over someone's foot, falling heavily against the wall. All three of them almost fell backwards, Renges over Chaeffer over Darril. Darril laughed softly. "C'mon, let's take this to the bed," he said, reaching over to cup Renges' ass. Renges grunted out a muffled assent against Chaeffer's mouth, reaching into Chaeffer's underwear to finally touch his bare cock, coaxing out a breathy moan from Chaeffer.
Slowly, the three of them shuffle-stepped towards the bed, much more interested in each other than in coordinated movement. Darril eventually hit the low footboard of the bed, just below the back of his knee, and fell over backwards, bringing the other two down on top of him. Chaeffer's cock slapped against his stomach as he fell against Darril's leg, and Renges had already started to jerk him off before the bed stopped bouncing. Renges took the opportunity to lift up Chaeffer's legs, tugging off his loose pants by the legs and leaving him clad only in skimpy grey boxer-briefs, the waistband pulled down to hook under his balls.
Renges fell back on top of Chaeffer, his legs splayed on either side, both of them practically in Darril's lap as Darril tried to sit up. Renges curled his hands around Chaeffer and pulled him up, until the hard length of Darril's trapped cock nestled in the small of his back. Renges followed on all fours, his pants bunched at the crotch and tented overtly as he crawled over their legs.
"Hey, um—" Chaeffer said, words lost in a cry when Renges clasped a hand around his shaft and stroked, his thumb rubbing against the head, smearing the little droplet of precome that had formed on the very tip. "you two should get naked, too," he managed to groan out as Darril reached around him and joined in, both of them stroking his cock loosely.
Renges pulled his shirt up, revealing his muscled chest, dark nipples sticking out, stiff. Darril reached over Renges' shoulder to grab the back of it and yank forward, pulling it up over the top of his head. Renges' lifted his arms up, sliding it off his body as Darril tossed it off the bed. Darril almost followed suit, rucking up the back of his shirt, but with Chaeffer practically lying on top of him he couldn't get it off.
Chaeffer pulled Renges closer, his hands on his hips. He was sandwiched between the two of them. Darril's stiff dick jabbed against his back through his pants; Renges was sprawled out on top of him, their chests pressed together tightly. The low heat of their bodies, the friction of skin on skin — and whose skin it was — turned him on, the knowledge of what was happening and what was going to happen rushing through him like a strange wind.
Renges' dick rubbed against Chaeffer's stomach as they kissed again. Darril just stared, as Renges swiped his tongue against Chaeffer's lower lip, his mouth parting softly as their tongues met, sliding against each other as they kissed again, wetly.
Darril couldn't contain an indignant noise as Chaeffer moaned, a little squeaky when Renges grabbed his dick, stroking his shaft loosely as they kissed. Darril pulled Chaeffer away, breaking his lip-lock with Renges, and tugged him up until he was solidly resting against his chest, sitting just between his spread legs.. Chaeffer made a low needy noise as he pulled away from Renges, but Renges just smirked at him as Darril tipped his head back, twisting around fractionally so that they could kiss: Darril kissing open-mouthed, Chaeffer groaning against his lips. Renges took the opportunity to pull off Chaeffer's underwear altogether as he lazily stroked him off.
Renges leaned back as they continued kissing, to drag Chaeffer's underwear all the way down his legs and drop them off the side of the bed, leaving him completely naked, excepting his dogtags. Renges crouched forward over Chaeffer, licking and sucking across his neck and chin as Darril pulled back, both of them breathing hard. Chaeffer's lips looked red, bruised already and slick with spit. Renges met him this time, lips brushing across Darril's as he kissed Chaeffer until he pulled back, laughing.
"Enough kissing, you guys!" Chaeffer said, and grinned as Darril frowned against his ear. "Kiss each other," he said, and his voice caught a little as he realized what he was saying.
Renges and Darril looked at each other. Then, slowly, they moved together. Darril craned forward and Renges planted his hands on Chaeffer's chest as they pushed closer, over Chaeffer's shoulder.
Chaeffer couldn't keep in a moan as their lips finally touched, right in front of him. Darril rumbled out a surprisingly loud and abrupt moan, mouth opening wide. Renges nipped at his upper lip, taking it in his mouth, then pushed his tongue out, swiping it across his lips before curling it across Darril's teeth. Darril pushed back, their lips sliding wetly across each other as their tongues pressed together.
Chaeffer was only dimly aware of their hands moving, reaching and touching and grinding against him and each other, pulling and shifting, all of them hard and grinding against each other.
Then Darril pulled back, Renges letting out a sad wanting noise. "Was that good enough?" he said to Chaeffer, eyes dark.
"Um," he said, and Renges laughed a little, low. "yes," he said, and swallowed. His mouth felt dry, and Darril kept looking at him, with lips flushed red.
Chaeffer leaned forward to kiss Darril again as he reached down and unbuckled Renges' belt, cupping a feel of his hard dick as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Renges' skimpy black underwear bulged forward obscenely, his cock trapped inside, skewing off to one side. Chaeffer tugged the waistband of Renges' briefs down and his big dick flopped out hot across his hand, the uncut tip already slick with precome. Darril reached around, cupping his hand under Renges' heavy balls, thumb grinding against the base of his shaft as Chaeffer started jerking it with his off hand, tugging his foreskin back and forth across his swollen head.
Renges groaned, tipping forward and almost slamming into the other two, catching himself with a hand across Darril's side. He arched his hips up, grinding his dick against Chaeffer's, his long length sliding back and forth against Chaeffer's fat prick as he grunted, two hands working across his cock.
Darril did the same, grinding his stiff dick against Chaffer's ass through his pants as he sucked on Chaeffer's neck, scraping his teeth along the huge muscles of his neck and shoulder. Chaeffer groaned, his own breath hitching, and he tried to turn over, both Renges and Darril pulling back a bit once they realized what he was trying to do. He rolled over, Renges' dick slapping down across his ass as Chaeffer's slid against Darril's stomach.
Darril's shirt was already rucked up to his nipples, and showing off his heavy build, a slight gut, and a dense spread of dark hair all across his chest. Chaeffer grabbed it and pulled it up and over, trapping Darril's head inside it until he raised his arms up, letting go of Renges' dick to let Chaeffer pull his shirt over his head. The drab military tee pulled off entirely and his dogtags fell back down to rest in the groove between his heavy pectorals. Chaeffer slid his hands down across Darril's chest, thick with dark hair, his heavy muscles covered with a layer of fat, until he reached his pants, secured with a heavy belt buckle.
Renges worked on getting his own pants off completely. His dick slid across Chaeffer's back and ass, the tip slick with precome, and left behind a tiny wet smear across Chaeffer's muscled ass. None of them wanted to pull away for the brief second it would take to easily take off their clothes, so instead they all struggled and slid against each other, skin flushed and tingling as their hands made brief, accidental contact with each other's bodies.
Chaeffer undid Darril's belt as Darril just spread out languorously, his hands pressed solidly against the muscles of his stomach and his fingertips just barely reaching the base of his dick. Darril twitched his fingers minutely, just rubbing his fingers against his pubes as Chaeffer busied himself with opening his belt and unzipping his pants. Darril's dick was jutting up against his boxers, tenting the thin, loose fabric obscenely, and Chaeffer wasted absolutely no time in pulling down his boxers, too. Darril's dick was surprisingly thick, and flushed dark, and before Chaeffer could think himself out of it, he wrapped his hand around it, the whole thing fitting nicely in his hand.
Darril arched up and swore, a loud abrupt sound that was mostly a groan, and Chaeffer was already leaning down to meet him. Chaeffer hitched his hips the minute distance it took to press their cocks together; his and Darril's hands sandwiched between them. Chaeffer kissed Darril mid-moan, covering his mouth with his own and muffling his voice; he felt the vibration against his lips for a fraction of a second before Darril kissed back.
Renges reached down between them, his hands hot with the friction of it, and cupped his hands around them both, huge and calloused against Chaeffer's skin. Chaeffer broke back abruptly, a moan startled out of him, and Renges leaned down to kiss his cheek and then to press his lips against Darril's, shiny and bruised.
All their hands were tangled together, stroking and clutching each other, sliding around — Darril had one of his hands clutched around Chaeffer's waist, as if to steady him, Chaeffer thought, and before he could register the thought Renges clasped around the other side of his body; his forearm ran up along his side, solid and warm. Both of them were touching him, their hands sliding across his stomach, along his cock, between his thighs, and he gasped and lurched forwards, reaching out with both hands to steady himself against Darril. His hands came down on Darril's chest, over the thick hair across his pectorals, and before he'd even fully steadied himself he reached down again to grasp Darril's dick and stroke it, even as Darril and Renges felt along his cock, both of them uncoordinatedly jerking him off between touching the rest of him.\r+
Chaeffer moaned and lurched forward, his hips snapping forward almost unwillingly. His cock pressed tightly against Darril's muscled gut, Darril's shorter cock grinding along his length. They both groaned, Chaeffer low and breathy and Darril loud, and Renges let out a sound almost like a sigh. Renges grabbed both of them, wrapping his hand around both their dicks and started slowly stroking them both. Chaeffer worked his hips back and forth, grinding his cock against Darril's.
Renges cupped his free hand against Chaeffer's ass, sliding his fingers down to grasp around his muscled asscheek. He ran his hand across the heavy flesh of Chaeffer's ass, hard-muscled and covered with an almost-invisible dusting of blond hair.
"Fuck me," Darril said — groaned, more like it. Chaeffer looked up at him, eyes wide. "If you want to," Darril added with a slight grin, and Chaeffer ducked his head down, blushing.
"Oh— okay," he said, looking down at Darril's stiff short spike of a cock, and the thick hair across his thighs and ass. "Uh, I've never — I mean," he started, cutting off as Darril leaned forward fractionally and kissed him.
"Don't worry about it," he said, pulling back.
Renges' hands fastened around his cock, and Chaeffer looked down to see him slowly unrolling a condom over his cock, stroking it down all the way. He whimpered. Renges kept his hands held loosely around the base, sliding back and forth over the soft skin of his balls, and then he looked up to Darril with a small bottle of lube in hand, fingers already shining with it.
"Come on," Darril said, angling Chaeffer's cock lower, pushing inside himself with his slick fingers, his palm grinding against Chaeffer's cockhead.
Chaeffer stared at the junction of their bodies, his cock rubbing against the side of Darril's ass, and Darril shifted back, giving Chaeffer a view of his ass, muscled and covered in dark hair, his asshole pink and open between his heavy cheeks. Slowly, like he was in a daze, Chaeffer shifted forward, dragging his cockhead along the curve of Darril's ass until the blunt tip of his cock was pressing against his slick, open pucker. Darril was already making low excited noises, his breath catching at every movement Chaeffer made. Renges' leaned forward to watch, his cock rock hard and leaving slick trails across Chaeffer's side. His hands were loose but steady across Chaeffer's thighs, his fingertips rubbing tiny circles in his blond hair.
Chaeffer pushed forward, staring at his cockhead sinking into Darril. Darril groaned, loud, eager, and grabbed Chaeffer's shoulders, dragging him forward into a deep, wet kiss as he slowly eased himself inside. Darril was tight, hot and slick even through the layer of latex, and he sunk in effortlessly, past the clenching, pulsating squeeze of his asshole and into an inferno of heat and sensation inside him.
"Fuck," Darril mumbled against his lips, cheeks red as Chaeffer sunk in deeper, slowly inching his knees forward as his cock pressed further inside. "Oh, fuck me," he mumbled again, and Chaeffer settled his weight, tentatively pulling back before rocking forward. Darril practically screamed, hoarse and loud, and jerked towards him, sitting down on half of Chaeffer's cock in one smooth motion.
"Darril gets a little eager," Renges said in Chaeffer's ear, his hands sliding up his legs to touch the base of his cock, tangling in his pubes before moving further up, tugging and sliding around his nipples in little circles. "He really gets off on getting fucked."
Chaeffer opened his mouth, a high pleading noise coming out. He whined, desperate, and tried sliding back and forth, gaze going unfocused as he concentrated on the tight band of Darril's asshole, his cock sliding back and forth, probing into his depths.
"Hell yeah I do," Darril said, not even looking at the two of them, just arching forward and back as he stared up at the ceiling with glazed eyes. "Chaeffer."
Chaeffer started at his name, staring up and down Darril's body, from his stubbled jaw down across his hairy chest and gut, his cock jutting out short and stiff, and the small space between their bodies as they rocked against each other.
"Chaeffer," Darril said, almost moaning his name out. "I didn't want to jump you, and I was your CO, but I always thought you were cute."
"Cute?" Renges interjected, partly kidding and partly a little offended.
"Well, hot." Darril corrected, hissing a little as Chaeffer speared his cock all the way inside him. "But nice. Impressionable."
Chaeffer quirked his eyebrows up like he'd take issue with that description, but he was already huffing, cheeks flushed. He thrust harder, already flushed and sweating, and his cock lurched forward and glanced against Darril's inner walls, hitting something inside him that made him groan.
"I jerked off to you, sometimes," Darril said, in a series of low gasps as Chaeffer fucked him, and then seeing Renges' glower added "oh, not as often as I did thinking of you, but..."
Renges rolled his eyes, mollified, and Darril took that as an opportunity to grope his ass, pulling him so close he almost toppled forward, mashing all three of them together.
Chaeffer hardly even noticed it, though. He was staring down at Darril with his lips parted, thrusting forward eagerly, if without much finesse.
"I figured you were a moaner," Darril said, and punctuated that with an unwilling groan as Chaeffer thrust into him. "Guess not... you got a nice voice, though."
"Oh god," Chaeffer said, his voice tight and strained, and went all tense, his hips still jerking forward for a second before he slumped forward against Darril's chest.
Darril let out a low laugh, sliding forward to hilt all of Chaeffer's dick in him, grinding against the root as Chaeffer shook with his orgasm, flushed and sweaty, his hair clumped to his head.
"I told you to go easy on him," Renges said to Darril, slumping forward to match, until he was practically draped across both of them.
Chaeffer just gasped for breath, his arms trembling as he slowly pushed himself off Darril, his cock emerging from his ass with a wet splat. Darril tugged the condom off and tied it off, one-handed, then tossed it into the trash beside the bed.
Chaffer sagged back against Renges, still breathing hard. "Um, Renges," he said, barely speaking so much as just forming the words with his lips has he exhaled. He shifted, grinding Renges' cock against his hip. "If you want to, um, fuck me, I guess, uh," he said, flushing hot.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Renges said in a voice little above a whisper, but there was no missing the shudder that ran through Chaeffer's body, or the interested gleam in Darril's eyes as he looked over at them.
It took a while before Chaeffer even seemed capable of responding, his throat working without anything coming out but low panting breaths. "Um, kind of, but it sounds a little, uh, difficult. And gross." He looked away, flushing even more, completely missing Darril and Renges' amused grins.
When he opened his mouth to speak again Renges leaned forward and kissed him, trailing light kissing across his jaw. Chaeffer made motions to talk again, but the only sound he made was little hitched moans. He finally managed to put together "I'd like," when Renges nipped at the corner of his jaw and licked down across his throat, his lips working slowly, and his voice degenerated into a long moan, the sound buzzing against Renges' lips. He finally pulled away, mercifully, and Chaeffer sagged back against Darril, face beet red and with a visible shine across his neck and throat where Renges had sloppily kissed him.
"I wanna suck you off," he said, finally, his voice thick and clotted, and immediately looked aside and flushed more, the red trailing down his neck slowly.
"Okay," Renges said with a grin, and pulled him up and away from Darril (to his slight frown, his brow furrowing). He sat back until he was lying down; Chaeffer was already turning around to slide down his body to stare at his cock. It was long, not quite as thick as his but definitely longer, jutting off a little to one side, lying flat against Renges' stomach. He'd sucked cock before, but that had been guys who were reasonably sized, not even as big as he'd been. He hoped Renges didn't expect him to — but Renges spoke as he was thinking that, as if he could read his hesitancy.
"You don't have to try and take it all," Renges said with a smile, "Try just the tip."
Chaeffer flushed more but still pressed his head against Renges' muscled belly. Renges' wiry hair pressed against his cheeks, the head of his cock just barely in front of his lips. He nervously licked his lips, close enough that bumped against Renges' cockhead, and before he could think himself out of it he reached forward and closed his mouth around the head of Renges' dick.
He was close enough to feel Renges stiffen slightly, just a tiny tremble through his body, and then relax with an almost inaudible sigh. He lapped at his dick, sliding his tongue around the hefty, ridged head. Renges grasped at his head, his fingers digging through his hair, not heavy or controlling, just a steady warm pressure against the side of his head. He bobbed down, working his lips along the length of his shaft as he slowly took in more of Renges' cock.
There was a shifting noise behind them as Darril sat up, and the mattress creaked slightly as he got on his knees and looked over Renges' shoulder at Darril. "That's hot," he said into Renges' ear, the room quiet enough that his whisper carried to Chaeffer. "You should come on his face."
"Darril," Renges said, "Don't be—" he continued, but then his whisper cut off as they started kissing. Renges moaned, barely, almost just an exhale with his mouth shaping the sound as Darril kissed down his body. His hands settled, warm and heavy, on Chaeffer's neck and shoulders. Darril reached Renges' hip and slid over to Chaeffer. He pressed a short kiss against the back of his head before sliding down his neck and across his back. Chaeffer kept slowly sucking Renges' cock, his hand carding through Renges' hair as he sprawled back, his other hand feeling across his own chest, rubbing against his nipples.
Chaeffer tried taking a little more in, slowly bobbing down and back up. He could barely fit half of it into his mouth before the tip pressed against the back of his mouth, high up right in the soft tissue above his throat, and he almost gagged, pulling back sharply. Renges's fingers moved across his face.
"You don't have to try and take it all," he said again, and Chaeffer glanced up through his eyelashes to see Renges staring down at him, eyes completely focused on the sight of Chaeffer sucking him off. Chaeffer flushed and ducked his head down, staring at Renges' tightly-muscled stomach.
His cock filled his mouth, the blunt tip sliding against the roof of his mouth as he bobbed on it, licking across his shaft. He hollowed his cheeks, pulling back to focus on Renges' cockhead, sliding his tongue across the thick folds of skin along the underside, across the taut strip of skin connecting his foreskin to the head of his cock. Renges jerked with a gasp, so Chaeffer did it again, slowly rolling his tongue along the groove, and Renges bit his lip, whimpering.
Chaeffer slowly bobbed up and down the first few inches of Renges' cock. After a moment he reached for it, clasping his right hand around the base, stroking it in time with his lips, reaching down with his left hand to tug at Renges' balls, the skin there tense and tightly wrinkled as his balls pulled up.
Renges kept breathing, nothing like Darril's loud moans. His breath was low and steady, a huff and a rasp coming up through his throat. Except if Chaeffer touched something sensitive — then his breath caught, choked-off in his mouth, something between a gasp and a rattle, and it fed a low feeling in his gut, like his insides were twisting up.
"Oh, fuck, Chaeffer," Renges said, tracing the backs of his fingers across Chaeffer's face, his lips framed around his cock. Chaeffer glanced up at him again, flushing at their eyes locked. Renges rolled his hips slowly, fucking his cock into Chaeffer's mouth, the wet noises becoming louder as he slurped and lapped at his cock.
Darril shifted against his side, and Chaeffer knew he was watching; Darril's cock was hot pressed up against him, his hand stroking it slowly. Renges moaned, the sound high and cut off, the kind of noise Chaeffer'd never heard him make before, and it just made him more invested in sucking him off, in making him make that noise again.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Renges said, and Chaeffer hadn't needed the warning. he could feel the tight twitches along his shaft; could feel his balls tighten and pull up until they were a single lump clinging to the underside of his shaft. Chaeffer kept sucking on his cock, and Renges looked down and made another whimper.
"Come on his face," Darril said, insistently, and Renges huffed out a laugh just as he lightly pushed Chaeffer back, his lips parting around the ridge of his cockhead, shiny and red and bruised-looking. Renges tugged his cock, the muscles across his stomach rippling and flexing frantically, and then he thrust forward with a lurch, grinding Chaeffer's mouth against the base of his cock as he shot off over his shoulder, his load spurting out across Chaeffer's back.
Darril lurched forward, pinning Chaeffer between them as he kissed Renges, the noises above him loud and lewd as Renges gasped and came, rolling his cock along Chaeffer's face until his load streaked down over his shoulder, dripping down his back.
Renges kept going even after his cock stopped spurting, leisurely fucking his cock along the groove of Chaeffer's shoulder, wetly kissing Darril for a long moment before he fell back, panting.
Chaeffer looked up at him. His chest was sweaty and heaving, the sparse dark hair across it matted down, and every breath revealed the weight of his muscles, tensing and relaxing across his stomach. His cock bobbed up, heavy and thick, a thin thread of come clinging to his cockhead, the rest of his shaft streaked with come, all the way down to the dark crinkle of his pubes.
Renges leaned forward, clasping Darril's cock in one hand, stroking the short, stiff length. "Your turn," he said into Darril's mouth as they kissed again, and Darril moaned into his mouth, voice muffled. Darril cupped Renges' face in one hand and reached down with the other to touch Chaeffer's back, like he was making sure he was actually there.
Darril grunted and moaned, gasping as Renges pushed him back and kissed down his neck. "Oh fuck," he growled, reaching down to jerk his cock, but Renges batted his hand aside and slid down next to Chaeffer, opening wide and taking Darril's entire cock to the root in a single gulp, his throat working, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Renges pulled back after a second, slurping and bobbing back and forth, but when he caught Chaeffer's stare he pulled off with a pop. "You want a turn?" he asked, and his voice already sounded rough, thick and heavy. Chaeffer stared at Darril's cock, twitching and jerking.
"Well, one of you better," Darril said, flushed, and Renges laughed and lightly smacked his hip.
Chaeffer sunk down, and Renges leaned with him, kissing Darril's inner thigh and then opening wide and lapping at his balls, settling on his back as Chaeffer slowly pressed his lips to the tip of Darril's cock. He was thick, and it was a mouthful of cock just taking in the head.
Darril moaned, reaching down and carding his hands through Chaeffer's hair, tugging him back and forth, slightly, just to guide him as Chaeffer started bobbing back and forth. Renges wiggled beside him, pressing his head against Darril's thigh, and without breaking his stride Darril used one hand to stabilize himself as he straddled Renges, sitting back with his hanging balls pressed right against his face before he clasped Chaeffer's head again.
Chaeffer followed suit, straddling Renges, aware of his cock splayed across his stomach, his hanging balls just barely shifting against Renges' softening cock. He stared down, watching Renges' Adam's apple bob as he licked and sucked on Darril's balls.
Darril moved back and forth, not thrusting so much as trying to keep in maximum contact with the both of them, grinding his body against theirs. "Fuck," he said again, his pulse running fast, throbbing against Chaeffer's tongue as he blew him. "'M gonna come," he said, gently pushing Chaeffer back off his cock with a pop.
Darril jerked himself off, fist sliding up and down his cock, fast and pounding. Chaeffer stared at it, right in front of him, Darril's hand slamming back and forth, his cock thick and red. Then Darril hunched back, his harsh breath working up into a bellow.
Chaeffer jerked back, sitting back across Renges' chest, and a fraction of a second later Darril yelled, his entire body jerking forward as he came. And he came everywhere; his come sprayed out of his cock and splattered all Chaffer's stomach, a few strong bursts that started running down his body, dripping onto Renges' chest. Darril kept stroking, tugging at his cock as Renges kept sucking on his balls, and a half-second later he shot off again, wet droplets of come splattering out in a wide spray, all across Renges' chest, Chaeffer's stomach, and the bed. Darril moaned and slumped back, still tugging his cock as it let out a final dribble of come, running down his short shaft and pooling along his fingers. Chaeffer leaned forward to kiss him, and Darril kissed back, panting and puffing air into his face between kisses.
Renges shifted below them and so Chaffer moved off him to one side. "You always make such a mess," he said, touching the droplets of come splattered across his stomach.
"Sorry," Darril said, grinning. "Hold on." He leaned forwards, pressing his face against Chaeffer's stomach, tongue darting over his skin, licking up the streaks of come he'd left behind. Chaeffer's eyes went wide, his cock ticking back to life as Darril licked over his stomach, his face becoming streaked with his spit and come, and he finally pulled back to shift over to Renges, kneeling next to Chaeffer, and licking across his chest, tugging gently at his nipples with his teeth as he licked up the droplets across his pectorals.
Darril finally drew back, wiping across his mouth with the back of his hand. "That good enough?"
Renges looked down at the smeared mess of spit and come across his chest, spread so thinly it was already starting to dry. "I call first shower."
Darril rolled his eyes and Chaeffer laughed.
"But, hey," Renges continued, swinging his arm over Chaeffer's shoulder and leaning into him, "that was nice. We should do it again sometime. Like tomorrow."
Chaeffer blushed. "Um, if you want to, uh, I could..."
Darril cut him off. "We totally want to. Come on, you're hot." Renges glowered at him. "And nice," he added, rolling his eyes.
Renges shifted off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Chaeffer watched his ass as he went.
"He's pretty hot too, right?" Darril said, and Chaeffer whirled back around, flushing. Darril grinned at him. "But do you feel better now? Come on, you're part of the team. And, I mean, it's not because we fucked, but..."
Chaeffer cut him off. "Yeah, I get it," he said with a slight smile. "Um. Thanks."
"I should thank you too," Darril said, shifting down until he could sprawl across the bed. "you should fuck me again sometime."
"Um," Chaeffer said, blushing, his cock half-hard and listing against his thigh, ticking upwards as he stared at Darril.
By the time Renges got out of the shower they were fucking again, Chaeffer between his spread legs, dragging Darril's hips down on his cock, hammering his ass. Darril moaned and howled, shoving his face into a pillow when he got too loud. Darril was jerking himself off with one hand, the other braced against the headboard.
Renges rolled his eyes. "When you finish up you should go shower too," and neither of them paid any attention to him.
"Okay," Chaffer finally panted out, his voice strained as he slammed into Darril's ass over and over, sweat trickling down his back.
"Oh fuck," Darril said, stroking himself faster, and then "Oh fuck!" again as he came, splattering himself with his load — smaller this time, but equally forceful, shooting up all the way to his face.
Chaeffer moaned, biting his lip as he slammed into Darril a final time before coming again, feeling even more flushed and sweaty. He held his pose for a long time, chest heaving, staring down at Darril, Darril grinning tiredly up at him. He finally sat back, dragging himself out of Darril's depths and tugging off his condom. "Shower," he said dimly, tossing the condom into the trash, and shuffled over to the bathroom.
"This was such a good idea," Darril said, tilting his head over to Renges.
Renges rolled his eyes and looked at the bed, sheets tangled and damp with sweat and other fluids. "I'm glad we got two beds," he said, settling on the other one. Darril slowly sat up. "Don't dare come over here until you get a shower too," Renges said, sprawling out over the sheets, stretching.
"Yeah, yeah." Darril looked over at the closed bathroom door. "I think this is really gonna work out."
Renges sighed. "We're gonna have to get lucky as hell to get out of the country, much less with... our cargo."
Darril sprawled back on the bed, making a face at the dampness beneath him. "Yeah, but we're good for it. We'll make it."
Renges made a face. "Sure. Anyway, that can wait til tomorrow." Then he looked at the clock. "Later today."
Darril grinned over a him. "You think we'll fuck up our schedule if we spend every night fucking?"
Renges let out a sarcastic huff of breath. "Yeah, our 'schedule' has been so rigorous so far. But like you like saying —"
"It'll be okay, we'll make it," Darril said, laughing as Renges rolled his eyes. His eyes darted over to the bathroom door, then back to Renges. "Hey, I don't suppose we've got time for me to suck your cock, do we?"
Renges sighed. "Save it for tomorrow, man."
They probably would have had time; Chaeffer showered for a while and finally emerged in a billow of steam with a towel wrapped modestly around his waist. Darril rolled off the bed to his feet and kissed Chaeffer as they passed, only barely resisting pulling off his towel.
Chaeffer settled next to Renges as Darril walked to the bathroom, his stride slightly hitched. Chaeffer watched his ass as he went, muscled and hairy and still wet with lube.
"Hey," Renges said softly next to him, and slowly tugged his head around before kissing him, mouth slightly parted, nipping at Chaeffer's lips. Renges was the one to pull off his towel, tossing it over a chair as he rolled over to Chaeffer. Chaeffer pulled back after a moment, and with his wide eyes and damp blond hair he suddenly looked very young. Renges felt a little guilty. "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah," Chaeffer said, listing against him, pressing his face against Renges' shoulder. His nose dug against the edge of his shoulder blade. "Just a little... overwhelmed."
Renges flushed. "Did we... come on too strong?"
Chaeffer's body rocked as he laughed against Renges. "No," he said, voice muffled; his lips moved against Renges' tricep. "No, I'm just not used to, well, having a threesome with my commanding officers."
"Former commanding officers," Renges said, and then hooked an arm around Chaeffer and pulled him up against him. "We could've taken it slower, I guess."
"No, just... I don't know," Chaeffer said, voice quiet but without the sad, despairing tone he'd had earlier.
Renges ruffled his hair and just pulled him closer, settling against them, bare bodies pressed together. "Well, if you wanna talk about it, I'll be here. Darril's kinda an idiot but he'll probably not be too much of an ass about it."
Chaeffer laughed and pulled closer, wrapping his arms around Renges' shoulders. "Sure," he said sleepily. They lay there over the covers, slowly dozing off until Darril knocked the bathroom door open and walked out, still toweling his hair off.
He collapsed on the bed next to Chaeffer, bouncing the bed wildly. "Hey," he said, and then kissed them both in turn, pulling back from Chaeffer with a smile on his face. "Come on, let's get to sleep before it gets any later; we gotta head off early in the morning."
Darril bodily shoved Renges and Chaeffer over, curling up next to them with his body still damp. Renges sighed, overly put-upon, and reached for the light by the bedside, clicking it off as they all slid under the sheets.
"Night," Renges said, answered by low mutters from Chaeffer and Darril as they settled against each other in the dim light. Well, that was one problem down, at least, only so many more before they were safe and sound out of the country.