Broken Pieces
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 Riley Hart

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Teo raised a hand and Josiah’s pulse skyrocketed. Mateo touched Tristan’s hair, the way he always did with Josiah. The way Tristan had just done with Mateo.
Tristan’s eyes closed for a few seconds longer than needed, and when he opened them again, Teo dropped his hand.
They couldn’t do it.
Guilt swarmed like angry bees inside Josiah. “No. This isn’t fair.”
“Shh, mi precioso. Come here.” Mateo grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer.
“It’s definitely fair.” Tristan ran his hand down Josiah’s back and ass. “I’m right where I want to be.” Then he pulled a condom and lube from inside the table by the couch. Tristan had them hidden all over the house for whenever they needed it.
Mateo pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He kicked out of his shoes, and his pants were gone next. His erection pulsed, veins running the length.
Josiah turned to Tristan, saw him watching Mateo, taking in his naked form as Teo laid on the L-shaped couch. The end they were at had a built-in ottoman, making it just like a bed.
“Come here, Jay.”
Josiah made himself pull his eyes from Tristan and do as Mateo said. He straddled his hips and wrapped a hand around his cock. Teo sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck. I’m gonna come if you touch me. You gotta hold off.”
He wrapped his hand around Josiah’s and kept it from moving as they both took in the sight of Tristan while he removed his slacks, then briefs, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“Dios...” Mateo rasped out. His dick twitched against Josiah’s hand.
Josiah got it, because he’d felt the same way the first time he saw Tristan naked. Everything about him was always so incredibly sexy and put together, but naked, he was like a god. Fit, golden, and sculpted, almost as if he wasn’t real.
Josiah felt a smile stretch his lips as Tristan cocked a grin, but then it slowly disappeared as he rubbed a finger over the bullet scar on Teo’s shoulder.
“It’s nothin’,” Mateo told him.
“It’s something,” Tristan replied.
That’s when Josiah saw it. Really saw it. There was something between them. He wasn’t crazy enough to think it could possibility mirror what he felt for them, but there was a bond there that they’d somehow formed. It settled some of the fear inside him.
Tristan opened the condom and rolled it over his erection. Josiah didn’t move, not sure what would happen next.
“Get on your knees, Josiah. Lean over him.” Tristan got behind Josiah on the couch as Josiah leaned forward, his mouth next to Teo’s and his ass in front of Tristan. “Lean forward a little more.” Tristan pressed down on Josiah’s shoulders so, he almost felt Teo’s lips against his. The move put his ass higher.
He heard the lube open, then felt cold against his hole. Josiah moaned, loving the feel of Tristan’s finger rubbing him, but needing Mateo, too. So he took him. Slowly he kissed Mateo, who opened his mouth, immediately letting Josiah in.
There was the sound of the bottle squeezing again, and he flinched as Mateo’s cold, lubed hand wrapped around his erection again. A shiver went through him as he imagined Tristan putting lube in Mateo’s hand so he could jack Josiah off.
Josiah’s body seized, lurched forward as Tristan pushed inside him. The movement made him thrust into Teo’s hand, their lips still connected.
And then Mateo’s cock was there, too. His hand around both of them. They rubbed together, fucking Teo’s hand each time Tristan thrust into him.
“So fucking good. Love being inside you.” Tristan’s hand rested on Josiah’s back as he pumped harder and faster. Mateo’s grip tightened as their tongues tangled together.
Josiah felt like he was in an incinerator. His orgasm already pricked at his balls, begging to burst free, but he fought it. Wanted this to go on forever.
Mateo’s head fell to the side, making their lips pull apart. “Fuck... I love touching you.”
And then he looked over Josiah’s shoulder, watching as Tristan took him. He sped his movements, squeezing their cocks together. Rubbing his thumb over their heads before sliding down again.
“Make him come. If you don’t, I will.” Mateo winked cockily at Tristan, shocking Josiah.
“Yes. That feels so good,” pulled out of Josiah’s throat as Tristan slammed into him from a slightly higher angle, making both himself and Teo fuck Teo’s hand harder.
He couldn’t hold it back anymore. His body ripped apart. Come shot from him, landing on Mateo’s chest. And then Teo joined him, a stripe of white erupting from him as well, mixing with Josiah’s.