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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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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."

If Neil has any kind of come back, it gets swallowed up in a needy noise as he and Guy sink together, and Guy starts to move. There's hardly any pause to it, and a delicious sort of ache that Neil can feel all into his hips and reflected in his face.

In front of him, the man laughs kindly. He cups Neil's cheeks for a moment, and then his shoulders, helps guide the pace of it.

"Whenever you're ready," he says kindly, stroking his cock. Neil watches for just a moment, and then leans down onto his elbows, whining softly as the angle shifts. "There's a good boy. Don't do too much with it now. I know you want it somewhere else."

Once more the two men could see each other, unobstructed by Neil, who looked insanely pretty with a cock in his mouth and another in his arse. "Don't do too little, that would be a shame," Guy suggested to Neil, with a grin on his face to the man. "I'm sure you can take it without spoiling it all. He does want you somewhere else, after all."

He shifted a little, sought an angle and didn't diminish his pace.

To actually be doing it, hemmed between the two of them and speared from both ends, however gently at the moment, puts all kinds of filthy heat into Neil’s face and body. He bobs his head and moves his hips, trying to set the pace that he wants, slightly more than what they’re giving him. But it doesn’t get him very far. Guy has hands on his hips, and there are hands in his hair and he feels utterly, deliciously controlled. He xan feel his cock stirring a little bit already, needy boyhood doing him a favor as these men work on him.

Guy felt it, an urgency Neil couldn't quite impose on them, but so obviously wanted, and needed. "I think he wants more. Hungry for it, are you, dearest?" He didn't wait for Neil to answer (his mouth was otherwise occupied anyway) and picked up the pace, adding a little force to his pushes, a little depth, and reached over to Neil's head to push him onto the other's cock a little deeper. He knew Neil wasn't quite used to that sort of thing (he remembered the coughing fit he had caused last time), but a little nudge he thought, would be appreciated. He clearly loved giving up control.

The man groaned. "Fuck." Guy looked at him, grinning and warning at the same time. Don't you dare come, his eyes told the man.

It’s a good thing he’s got his mouth full, because it means he doesn’t have to try and say anything at all. He makes a noise as Guy picks up pace, as he pushes him around a bit. He asked to be surprised, and here it is, exactly what he’d wanted without really knowing how to say it. Wiping clean everything else for a moment and leaving him with just this.

He does his best to bob his head in time with the shallow rock of hips he gets, all while Guy’s fingers gently hold him down. There’s consideration there, and he appreciates it. Some knowing that he’s still getting practiced at this. And what a way to practice.

The man slips his cock out, slick, and Neil gasps for breath, needy and whining softly. “Don’t stop,” he gasps, and then lets out a soft noise as the man taps his face, obscenely, with his cock. Slaps him in the cheek with it and smears it across his mouth.

“Man, you make some good noises, kid.” He leaned back for a moment, just watching Neil get fucked by Guy.

Good noises and a hot picture, slapped and smeared, obscenely, and wanting only more of it. God, Neil was doing this as though born for it.

As requested, Guy didn't stop. He turned him over, unceremoniously, and face to face, fucked him harder, one hand touching his cock in the same rhythm. For a moment it was just them. Rough but intimate.

The man watched them, touched himself, and enjoyed the scene unfolding.

Guy groaned and kissed Neil, and knew he wouldn't last.

It picks up with him on his back and Neil swears under his breath, a heady noise. He squirms and rocks back to meet Guy’s force, aware of being watched and the occasional, lingering touch to his hair. It feels like being adored, and Neil does crave that.

It barely takes anything to push him over the edge again, leaving him buzzing and hot all over as he makes a mess between his Guy’s bodies.

The boy came in spasms, clenching around Guy and he made use of that, drew it out until he couldn't last any more, and came, cursing under his breath.

For a moment, then, it was just the two and Guy had no rush leaving. He kissed Neil instead, feeling the heat emanating from him, when another hand found its way through his hair.

"I've been patient long enough, don't you think?" The man asked, touching the hairs on the back of Guy's neck. It almost made him go weak in every limb.

Guy didn't answer, but regarded Neil for an answer. His call. There were other solutions to the man's aching cock, and if Neil didn't want to be fucked again, it wouldn't happen. Of course, if he did, Guy would certainly enjoy the show.

Neil watches that little exchange, the touch and the way that Guy melts a little bit. AS much as he does think he'd enjoy an aching second round, he thinks it would be more fun to take Guy apart too. He's certainly earned that.

He gives Guy a soft, smiling kiss, and gently eases away from him. "What if I got you ready for him? I bet he feels even better than he looks."

It was his Achilles heel, a touch to the hairs in his neck, and even more so just after an orgasm.

The kiss was soft and lovely and the quiet words delicious and promising. Guy smiled. It was one of the solutions he hadn't actually considered for this particular night, but he most certainly welcomed it. More so that it was Neil saying it. "That sounds like a proposal I couldn't possibly refuse." A hand lay heavy on his back. Clearly the man had no complaints about this change.

It calls for a slight rearrangement. Neil squirms out from under Guy, peppering him with a few more kisses, and then shares one filthy one with their friend hovering above them, watching with intent, lusty interest. He gives him a couple teasing strokes.

The man cups Neil's chin, squeezes gently. "Get him good and ready," he says, "like I did with you. But I think you can be a little quick about it."

Neil's just about to settle in behind Guy, just a reversal of how they were, when the man hums vaguely, then shakes his head. He's grinning though, wide and toothy. He hooks his finger under finger under Neil's chin. "Edge of the bed instead. I'm gonna eat that mess out of your ass while you get him ready."

Guy grinned at the man's toothy grin, suspecting vaguely what he had in mind and grinned further at the obscene suggestion.

The grin was e tended to Neil, but then he got in place. Well, it was asked to be quick about it.