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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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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.

Once they're all settled, Neil does make quick work of getting his fingers slick. He's got practice enough at this; when he and Gabriel got to it, nerves had tended him toward this position.

He pushes the thought quickly out of his head. No Gabriel. Just this.

Guy spread out on the bed in front of him, and the man with his face pressed against him, eating him out, certainly do a good job of keeping him focused on just this.

Guy's thoughts didn't stray as such, and fortunately. He had pleasure to think of, his own and Neil's, though at the moment his own took precedent. He shifted to allow those fingers in, encouraged them to hurry. It was delicious, as was the view.

It wasn't long before he spoke. "Get the fuck out of that boy's arse," he said to the man, voice gruff, and hungry.

Neil's steady throughout, even with the distracting attention, and he's made good headway by the time Guy makes his demand. He feels as much as hears the chuckle, and he moans a little bit. He's moving a little bit even before the man slaps his ass to get him out from between the two of them.

Breathlessly, he sprawls on the bed. He runs the fingers of his clean hand into Guy's hair for a moment, just wanting to touch him, to relax and laze in the afterglow, even as he watches the way that the man finishes getting ready--slipping a condom on, slicking up, and easing into Guy with a kind of practiced ease that Neil can practically feel as well.

Especially since there's hardly a pause before he starts to fuck.

Well, the man had been patient long enough and it was evident enough in the urgency with which he fucked Guy. Relentless - an obvious show for the boy sprawled on his bed - and fucking good.

Guy groaned, and gripped what he could find, and for one hand that meant Neil, who was a picture of post-orgasmic perfection sprawled on the bed.

It's something else just to watch them, to be to the side and enjoying the view of it. From the way they move, he can imagine how it would feel. He's not sure he can get it up again right now, but the warm curl of arousal lives on in his belly.

The man reaches out for Neil, grabbing him by the shoulder to haul him in and kiss him. It's something brief and jostling, in the midst of everything, before he returns his focus to Guy. Neil smiles and settles back after the moment has gone. He's content to lie there, holding onto Guy and enjoying the view.

Guy did cast a glance over at Neil, to see if there was something he could help with, and managed a brief smile through it all at the content look on Neil's face.

Back then to his own himself and the arousal building up again. He reached between his legs and took a hold on himself. "You've waited so long, is that all you've got?" Guy, voice strained but grinning.

The man huffed a laugh and grabbed his hips forcefully, pounding into him in long deep thrusts.

The lewd noise of bodies meeting and breaths coming fast fills the room and Neil watches with a deep, enjoying flush on his cheeks and a small smile. Guy looks good getting fucked, and the man looks good doing it, and Neil might not be so stupified he can’t think straight, but he is certainly enjoying himself and what the evening did for them.

He shifts down a bit, until he can sprawl beside Guy instead and teasingly touch him. Stroke him with lazy abandon and squeeze hos balls a bit, tease his fingers back to feel the slick insistence of the man fucking him. He shivers a little, enjoying the tangled mess of it.

The man fucking him was byproduct. When Neil came down next to him, Guy's attention was on him. Oh, he enjoyed the fuck, but turned that enjoyment to Neil, and not the other. He sought touch, he encouraged the boy's hands, he kissed any part of him that came close to his lips.

A strained groan when the man sped up, and deepened his thrusts. But the near pleading look on his ffaceted came with this pounding was directed towards Neil.

It's a breathless sort of thing, being watched and touched and kissed like that. He keeps touching Guy through it, smiles against his skin, and when he gets that needful look--well, it is him who gets that look, and that's a needful, powerful thing, to feel so wanted even when he's just curled in and watching the fun.

He presses his forehead against Guy's. "Let's see it," he murmurs. "He's waited this long."

Guy put his hand lightly to Neil's cheek, keeping their foreheads pressed together throughout, as though that would cause Neil to feel what he felt. "Yes," he agreed in a breathy moan. "Don't stop," he echoed Neil's words of before, moving into his hand as much as he could.

The man spewed obscenities as Guy clenched, grabbed his legs and went on relentlessly until he came.