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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 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?"

Neil smiles softly, caught around the waist and playfully squirming against the man holding him. He watched Guy rummage in the side table, a flush building on his cheeks. There's a part of him that wants to weigh in, but he doesn't know what he'd even say, how he might direct how this goes. He's watched things like this in pornographic movies, once or twice, but gotten so worked up he couldn't watch very much. And it's different to be in the middle of it.

"Surprise me," he finally says.

"Allow me," the man said, holding up his hand for the tube Guy had found.

Guy cocked his head as if debating this, but the grin on his face revealed he was only teasing. "You can watch me get him ready for you," the man promised, then leaned in so Neil could feel his breath on his ear. "Hands and knees on the bed, kid. And if you feel like occupying your mouth for a while, I don't think he'll mind."

No, Guy, thought as he climbed on the bed. He would not mind in the least.

Neil lets Guy settle first, a tiny shiver of anticipation in his belly. He's close behind. He kisses him, then down his neck, his chest. When he puts Guy's cock in his mouth, it's a lazy sort of tease at first. He looks up at him while he does it, eyes gone dark with needy desire.

He moans at the first slick touch of fingers. Any teasing there is gone. He's not mean about it--far from it--but there's no waiting either, he sinks right in with his finger and Neil's a little glad he was left in suspense.

It was a beautiful sight, dark eyes behind heavy lashes looked up at him, while his body shivered under the touch and the fingers of the other. He was handsome, and Guy hoped to have an opportunity to have him also, even though it was an unspoken agreement that Neil was at the center of this affair.

He moaned at the warmth and the tongue and put his hands on Neil's head, encouraging him.

Between Guy's hands on his head and the slow work of fingers spreading him open, Neil finds his head and body buzzing with barely contained delight. He manages to not squirm too much, to not beg. He can feel the way his cock twitches with desire, and he whimpers a little when teasing fingers run gently from tip to his balls.

"I bet you'd come just like this, huh?" the man said, teasing gently. "Nobody in you, just getting played with between us. God, you're gonna look so good with a dick in your ass, kid."

Neil blushes a little bit, but doesn't stop.

The fluster on Neil's cheeks only added to the delicious view. Guy smiled at him, kind for a moment before the grin turned wicked again. "I think that's a yes," he provided helpfully since Neil's mouth was otherwise occupied.

He hears the wickedness in those words, the laugh over his head, and Neil moans softly as a second finger gets pressed into him, just as steady and forceful as the first, just as insistent. He rocks his hips back, seeking more of it, and is met by a fairly insistent introduction of a third finger as well.

He has to pull off Guy for a moment, just to pant for breath. The hand on his cock doesn't stop though, still that light, teasing touch, barely enough to do more than torment him.

"God," he whine.

Guy took that moment to just admire the view. "You like that? Your boy squirming at the touch of another man?" The man asked, as he continued invested in taunting and teasing Neil.

Guy leaned over and cupped Neil's chin, moving him up slightly.. "God yes," he admitted wickedly just before kissing the boy, tasting himself on his lips and tongue.

Neil kisses back, letting Guy control the kiss but certainly not being passive to it. He moves his hips intently throughout, fucking himself between the fingers inside him and on his cock, whimpering softly and shaking as he feels himself come apart at the seams.

It's messy, of course, across the bedspread in front of his knees, and he makes a soft, needy noise. The man doesn't let up at all.

"Hand me a condom, would you?" The question's more at Guy than Neil, though they're both occupied.

For a moment, Guy didn’t answer, occupied kissing Neil instead. When he eventually broke free, he spoke, but his lips were still touching Neil’s. “Would you like to fuck him, then?” He asked the stranger, eyes on Neil. It was teasing, it was about causing shivers down Neil’s spine and the thrill of anticipation. “Would you like him to fuck you, lovely?” He asked, as he put a hand through Neil’s hair. It was teasing, mostly, but also he wanted to be certain Neil was alright with the proposal.

He would—god, and a little desperately, even though he’s only just come. But Neil smiles all sweet and maybe a little teasing, and he eases himself off the fingers instead him. “You first,” he says softly against Guy’s mouth.

Then he turns, kissing the man who’s just done all that work on him. He squezes his cock gently, easing back toward Guy, sighing at the feeling of him, the tease. He reaches back to ease him in, still smudging kisses to soothe any hurt that might have been caused by his shift. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Those two little words, spoken softly, as quiet breaths against his lips, went straight to Guy's cock. He stole a kiss before Neil turned over, before he eagerly eased in around him. He kissed him again, on the shoulder this time and breathed against his skin. "Fuck, darling," he groaned and moved with him, setting up a slow, but insisting pace.

The man smiled, eyes on the display behind the boy, and the cock he had impaled himself on, and then realized an answer was truly expected. "Nah, I can be patient."