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They haven't spoken much since that night, though Neil's made the effort to check in when he can, and when Guy will make the effort to let him know that he's alive right back. Phones are, for neither of them, a forte. Often, Neil forgets that he even has his. But it's good for convenience, and so that he has a line to Guy on the chance that his friend wishes to reach out in the midst of all he's going through.

Neil thinks they're friends. He'd like that, at least. As he's told Guy, he doesn't have many, and he's lost quite a few.

But for the most part, he gives Guy his space. He remembers the trauma of his arrival, of adapting to Darrow, and in some ways, Neil thinks that learning his future might be for Guy what arriving in Darrow was for Neil. Twice over, now, since the arrival is itself a trauma. So he goes to work, he completes and sends off his application to college, and he does not think of the photographs hidden in his desk, sent to him by Guy. Now, knowing he's a spy, they make sense. He still doesn't know what to do with them, though.

He still doesn't know what to do about a lot of things.

The repetition of his life makes him a predictable creature. Neil's a little sad for that. Sometimes, he does think of their night out at the club; it was nice, until it went sour, just because it was something he didn't do very much of. He misses being rebellious and free.

Which is, maybe, how he ends up standing at the end of the block, looking at the lines that go into the clubs, trying to steel himself up.

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The kiss was lazy, and self-assured, and both men were obviously aware what it was doing to the boy between them. Guy reached down to brush his fingers over the front of Neil's trousers, then he took the man's hand and brought it to the outline of Neil's cock. With his own hand covering the man's, they touched him.

It makes him heady and reactive, that double touch. Neil closes his eyes and rolls his hips between them. It feels easy to let go, now that it’s started, now that he’s already here and it’s happening. He swears under hos breath and fumbles, trying to open up their anonymous companion’s jeans with only one hand and behind his back.

It earns him a slightly teasing chuckle against his ear. “Easy there. You can turn around if you want it that bad.”

Guy took a step back so Neil could turn around. He did wonder how far Neil was willing to go in a dark corner of a club. Secluded, yes, but not private. In the heat of the moment it might not matter, but he wouldn't want Neil to feel bad later. One could try everything once, but the shame might last longer.

Perhaps things were decided for him. "Or do you and your boyfriend want to take this somewhere else?" He asked Neil, kissing Neil between sentences. "I don't live far."

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A shiver goes through Neil, whether in anticipation or Guy moving away from him or the quiet, delirious promise of everything--it's hard to tell. He fixated, for a brief moment, smudging his words softly against the man's mouth--"He's just a friend."--but it's just a stall.

It wouldn't be the first time he's fucked around in a public place. And he is trying to be bold and confident and rebellious, all those things that these last six months have taken from him. On the other hand, going home with someone means a bed at least.

Neil looks at Guy, breathless, question in his eyes; they could cut the night short, if they wanted. The man doesn't let up kissing at Neil's neck.

Guy grinned and leaned in. "Whatever you like," he promised against his ear. "You say it, and I'm game for it."

The man hummed. "Does that go for me too?"

Guy smiled wickedly. "No. He's special."

The decision is laid at his feet and, for a moment, Neil's not sure what to do with that. He presses his forehead against Guy's and just breathes, just relishes the moment and listens to their banter. He waits and lets it draw out. And, when it seems like he can't quite make the decision for himself, their new companion helps him along.

He leans in toward both Neil and Guy, and Neil can hear the smile in his voice. It's a kind voice. "Let me take you both home," he says, and then, with a slightly more wicked note in his voice, "Let us take you apart, kid."

Neil's breath shivers out of him and he nods.

It mattered that it was Neil's decision, even if nudged a little. He looked flustered and excited and Guy leaned in for one more kiss before they would leave the club. He found the man's hand on his neck as he did, heavy and warm.

Guy leaned into it a little. "Let's go, then." he said, one last glance to Neil, to see if he was absolutely sure.

Neil nods again, stealing a kiss from one and then the other before he gently pulls away from both of them.

The journey is a quick one, because it is relatively close, to a neat little townhouse just on the edge of midtown. Once they're all in the front door, Neil toes off his shoes out of habit. There are no drinks offered or any sort of small talk. They're not here for that sort of thing.

The door is barely shut behind them before the man pulls Neil in and kisses him. It's deeper, more filthy than in the club.

Guy took a moment to assess the room. Force of habit, more than anything. A lot could be said about a man when examining his tastes in furniture and decoration. Information that was likely of very little use here, but at least he was fairly certain this was s decent enough man.

His kiss was hungry and Guy found himself quite aroused by it. He closed in behind Neil and began undoing him of his clothes. He tugged at his shirt and began undoing his jeans.

Neil sighs in the midst of all of it, leans into Guy's touch a little and every scrape of his fingers as he pulls at his clothes. His own hands go busy on the clothes in front of him, eager but not too quick, savoring the action of undressing the other man.

He has to break off the kiss when Guy tugs his shirt off, and he makes a soft noise as he's turned by their host to face Guy. He kisses him more playfully, more familiar, running his fingers into his hair and giving a little shiver as his jeans and underwear are pushed down unceremoniously, leaving him stark naked between the two other men.

Guy hummed into the kiss, enjoying its playfulness, but deepening it once all clothes were from his body. Selfish for a moment, he traced his hands down Neil's spine and cupped his arse.

His hands were covered then by other hands and pressed against Neil. Playful,but with intent, Guy took those hands and brought them to the front of Neil, to cover his cock. "Won't you taste him?" he suggested, voice low.

The man smiled and nodded,then turned Neil around again and dropped to his knees in front of him.

He's going to get dizzy from all this turning back and forth, but that's half the remarkable joy of this. The attention makes him whimper softly, grabbing Guy's hands and leaning back into him.

"God," he breathes softly, watching the man on his knees in front of him, smiling up at him and stroking him lazily. Without the noise of the club around them, everything feels quiet and close, intimate. Now, he can get a good look at him. He leans his head against Guy's. "We found a good one, didn't we?"

The words made it sound as though the two had been planning on this, as though they had set out to find someone to join them. The man on his knees seemed to think it, at least and he smiled as he took Neil into his mouth. "I think we did, lovely," Guy agreed.

Guy held Neil, hands wrapped around him. He had no rush undressing, watching the man, over Neil's shoulder instead.

It’s a remarkably dizzying feeling, Guy warm and dressed and pressed against his back, a hot, wet mouth around him, and his skin exposed. He sighs and closes his eyes a moment. Just feels. He’s done all of this in parts, but the combination of two men and their attention is something else entirely.

He rocks his hips between Guy’s hips and the mouth around him, a rolling, lewd gesture.

Neil sighed and leaned in, comfortable, allowing himself to feel without thought. Perhaps that was only surface deep, but Guy hoped it was true.

He moved with Neil, mouth on his neck once more. Then he put a hand through the stranger's hair, encouraging him deeper.

There’s a certain ease to it, one Neil hasn’t practiced enough to accomplish, as the man on his knees before him bobs his head, taking him down with abandon and ease as Guy guides it. Neil tilts his head to welcome the kisses to his neck, to encourage it. He reaches between them and palms Guy through his pants, squeezing him a bit. If this is being taken apart, he certainly enjoys it.

Enjoyment. That was key. Sex ought always to be enjoyed, in whatever form. And it mattered to Guy that Neil should enjoy this.

He drew it out, kissing him, humming at the touch through fabric.

"Up, up, dear," he said to the man, after a while. He cupped his chin and guided him up to a standing position. "You're overdressed," he said, and started undressing him.

"You too," answered a wicked smile and did the same.

In the midst of it, Neil slips out from between the two of them. He wants to watch, wants to see the two of them as they strip. They're handsome in different ways, and watching them makes Neil feel uncomplicatedly desirous.

He ends up on the couch, sprawling, naked, lazily touching himself as he admires them.

Guy kissed the man as he undressed him, and was kissed as he was undressed. Both understood it was a show and both relished knowing the young man's eyes were upon them. A side way glance to Neil and the man smiled again. "You're a lucky man," he said against Guy's ear, as he admired the pretty young man sprawled on his couch. Guy was in no mood to explain or correct anything, so he just nodded, as he too looked at Neil. "Aren't I just."

Guy moved them to the couch, next to Neil, where he sat down, guiding the man to sit on his lap. He was kissed again, deeply. Guy returned the kiss and reached out to Neil's cock.

Up close to it, watching them kiss is even better to watch. Neil leans in and kisses the man’s neck, groaning softly as Guy touches him. It’s all a long, drawn out tease, every step of it. He feels like he’s coming apart at the seams, but only in good ways. This is what he wanted when he went out tonight. Maybe not exactly this, but this sort of easy debauchery.

When a second hand slides onto his skin, Neil sighs. Yes, this is exactly what he’d wanted.

The man looked at Guy with a deliciously easy smile and a questioning look in his eyes. Guy nodded to the unspoken question, and gave him a little slap on the thigh to help him off his lap.

The man shifted between the two, and sat down. Guy turned to him and stroked the man's now exposed cock, eyes on Neil as he did. "Come here?" the stranger asked the boy.

Without question, Neil moves. It’s not specifically graceful, but he avoids anything ungainly. He settles, but lightly. Enough to roll his hips and grind obscenely, as he reaches for Guy and strokes him lazily as he moves.

The man groaned at Neil's movement, grabbed him by the hips to keep him in place. It was a pretty picture and enjoyed watching it, as he was stroked.

Guy kissed the man again, and whispered into his ear. "Bedroom," the man answered. "Shall we take it there?" he asked, eyes on Neil.

There is a part of him that wants to dirty up this man’s couch, now that they’re there and naked and all having a good time. But Neil smiles sweetly and nods, sliding off his lap. He gives him a chaste kiss, and then gives Guy a filthy one, all tongue and lazy familiarity and teasing at the fact that this man thinks they’re some sort of an item. The taboo of that makes him thrill a little bit, as much as all the rest.

Then he straightens up and stretches, onto his toes. He’s a little taller than both of them and he likes that, growing boy that he is.

The man slaps his ass, hard enough to smart. Neil laughs about it, and lets him get away with goosing him too, bullying him gently away from Guy and the couch toward the bedroom. “C’mon,” he calls imploringly to Guy, breathless, a little needy.

Guy followed, and sauntered to the bedroom, letting the man and his boy (ha!) have their teasing and fun ahead of him.

Once in the bedroom, he went for the nightstand, where he imagined the previously requested lube would be stowed. It was exactly what he found. "Want to.weigh in on what you'd like?" he asked Neil. "Or do you want to be surprised?"