Author: Cass
Disclaimer: Total Fiction
Rating: NC17
Summary: Bryan and Kian decide to 'punish' Nicky for his constant flirting.
Pairings: Bryan/Nicky, Nicky/Kian, Shane/Kian (With a suggestion of Shnicky....and more to come ^_~)
"Oh pack it in, Nix!" said Bryan, torn between laughter and annoyance. "You’re gonna go too far with that one day."
"Too far with what?" asked Nicky, hooking his leg over Bryan’s.
"Too far with the flirting and the big innocent eyes. And put the fucking pout away for a minute would ya?"
Nicky laughed and rested his head against the back of the couch, sliding a hand under his shirt to rest it on his belly. "I’m not flirting," he said. "What’s the point of me flirting with you?"
"Not just me," said Bryan, pushing at Nicky’s leg. "Everybody. I was watching you this morning with Mark. Jesus! If he spent a bit more time on this planet you’d have been in real trouble."
"Didn’t do anything," protested Nicky.
"Hmm," said Bryan, pretending to think about it. "Of course you didn’t. Leaning on him while he’s against the wall; looking up at him like you adored him, laughing at everything he said. Nah, that’s not flirting. That’s not offering your arse up for whoever wants it."
"It isn’t!" said Nicky. "Mark doesn’t mind me leaning on him."
"Okay." Bryan stopped pushing at Nicky’s leg, since he obviously wasn’t going to move it. "Let’s talk about Shane then."
"Good idea," agreed Nicky, smiling.
"You were wearing him yesterday!"
"What on earth does that mean?"
"Every single time I saw you yesterday, either he was all over you or you were all over him. He’s gonna get you into trouble if you’re not very careful, because Kian’ll kill you."
Just as Nicky opened his mouth to reply, a cushion hit him squarely in the face, effectively ending the conversation.
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The nights were long and boring now that winter had arrived. The hotels were the same, the people they saw were the same. And perhaps that was why it happened.
A casual bit of playfighting was in danger of escalating into something slightly more serious, as Nicky, who always believed he could ‘take’ anyone, flung himself onto Bryan’s back, trying to make the bigger boy drop to his knees.
"Jesus, Nix!" gasped Bryan, surprised by the attack. He grabbed Nicky’s hand and twisted, trying to dislodge him, but Nicky wouldn’t let go. It wasn’t until Kian got hold of Nicky around the waist and pulled that Bryan could actually escape. Nicky, small and agile, twisted in Kian’s grip, fighting to get free.
"Got ya!" said Bryan triumphantly, finally able to straddle the slender body, reaching down to hold Nicky’s hands flat on the floor above his head.
Nicky struggled against the hold, arching his body in an attempt to dislodge Bryan, but with no real hope; Bryan was too big and had the dominant position. Eventually, breathless and laughing, he relaxed completely.
"Okay, you win," he laughed. "Get off me."
"No," said Bryan. "I don’t think I will. In fact …" he signalled to Kian, who nodded and sat down on Nicky’s legs.
"Ow!" said Nicky, starting to get annoyed. "Get off. I said that you’ve won, now fuck off."
"No," said Bryan again, leaning harder on Nicky’s hands. "Think it’s time to teach you a lesson."
"What lesson?" Nicky asked, pulling against Bryan’s hands, at the same time as trying to kick Kian.
"Told you that you’d get it eventually. All that flirting."
"No!" Nicky arched against Bryan, struggling so hard that he actually got his hands free, but Bryan caught them again, this time holding both Nicky’s wrists in one huge hand.
"All you have to do is say sorry," said Bryan. "If you say sorry, I’ll let you go."
"I’m not saying sorry to you," said Nicky angrily. "It’s the closest you’ll come to getting any action."
Bryan smiled, not saying anything. He could feel Nicky’s dick against his, beginning to harden with the struggling and the excitement at the thought of being ‘punished’. If he thought for a second that Nicky didn’t want this, then he would back off and it would never be mentioned again.
"You think you’re big enough to take me?" asked Nicky, eyes beginning to smile.
"I’ve never had any complaints before," laughed Bryan.
As Bryan began to relax, Nicky took his chance, and with a final kick at Kian, he pulled himself from under Bryan’s body. He didn’t get far though as Bryan lunged after him, this time lying on his legs while
Kian picked himself up and, in a complete reversal of positions, sat on Nicky’s chest.
"Hello," said Kian. "You’re in a bit of trouble, Nix."
"Meaning?" Nicky asked casually, trying to wriggle free.
"Meaning," said Kian, tightening his knees around Nicky’s waist, "that if you flirt all the time it’ll comeback to haunt you. And it’s very naughty of you to play with Shane."
Nicky glanced at Shane, who was lying on one of the couches. Shane grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
"So are you going to help?" asked Nicky.
"Can’t," said Shane. "I’ve got ‘property of Kian’ tattooed on my arse."
"No you don’t," said Nicky without thinking.
"NICKY!" Kian bellowed it so loud that all laughter in the room stopped.
"What?" Nicky finally asked innocently. "What did I say?"
"You are a bastard," Kian said, starting to laugh. "And you’re so gonna pay for it."
"Come on then," Nicky said, arching his back again. "Stop talking, and prove you’ve got the bottle."
Kian glanced over at Shane and after a silent conversation, he nodded. Then he lowered his head and kissed Nicky, who moaned deep in his throat, a mixture of satisfaction and excitement.
"Boy want punishing?" Kian asked softly as he pulled away from the kiss. "Gotta be shown that he can’t go around playing with stuff that belongs to other people.." Kian began to grind his hips against Nicky’s, working up a friction that soon had the older boy gasping, thrusting his hips up to meet Kian’s.
When Kian moved away, Nicky’s eyes closed in disappointment, but they flared open again when he felt hands at his waistband. Kian, now kneeling by the side of Nicky’s head, smiled down at him, rubbing a finger over Nicky’s lips. Nicky opened his mouth, sucking Kian’s finger suggestively, staring deep into his blue eyes.
"Ow!" Kian tried to pull away as Nicky bit down, but Nicky kept hold, soothing the bite with his tongue. He had only bitten down so hard when he had felt Bryan’s hand move inside his jeans.
"Shane…" Kian said breathlessly. "Hold his hands."
Shane slid off his couch and crawled over to Nicky. He smiled down at the blond boy and placed a soft kiss on his forehead before reaching up and kissing Kian. Nicky watched, still sucking Kian’s finger, his cock growing harder by the second.
Shane pulled away and crawled past Nicky, who felt his hands been taken in a hard grip. He craned his head backwards and winked at the upside down Shane, who smiled again, but didn’t speak.
Kian began to unfasten his belt, still moving his finger suggestively in Nicky’s mouth. Nicky was panting so much by this time he was feeling dizzy. He didn’t think it could get more intense than this, but as Bryan suddenly bent down and licked the very tip of his cock, Nicky changed his mind.
Desperately, he pulled against Shane’s grip, wanting to get his hands on one or both of his tormentors, but Shane just pressed down harder, watching in fascination as the pale flesh under his fingers began to turn red.
Bryan stopped licking and decided it was time to draw some attention back to what he was doing, so he pulled Nicky’s jeans down, then leaned down again and took as much of Nicky’s cock into his mouth as he could. Nicky cried out, the noise muffled by Kian’s finger, and closed his eyes.
"No, don’t close your eyes," said Kian, finally removing his finger from Nicky’s mouth. "Need you to watch what’s going on."
"Nothing good," panted Nicky, trying to regain some composure, but failing miserably as Bryan added his tongue and teeth to the equation.
Pushing his trousers out of the way, Kian suddenly straddled Nicky’s shoulders, making him grunt in surprise.
"You’re good with fingers," said Kian. "Now show me what you can do with something a bit bigger." He pushed his cock into Nicky’s willing mouth, shuddering as Nicky’s tongue began to work its magic.
Nicky almost choked when he saw Kian lean forward slightly and, grabbing Shane’s hair, pull the other boy close and begin to kiss him. Nicky could see Kian’s tongue moving in Shane’s mouth, echoing the movement of Nicky’s tongue. He whimpered, feeling Kian tremble in response.
Involuntarily, Nicky’s back arched again as Bryan pulled him closer to the brink, and he thrust up into the blond’s mouth, opening his legs as far as he could, trying to make Bryan work him harder. The grip on his wrists loosened slightly as Shane lost himself in Kian’s kiss, and with the last part of his brain not overheating, Nicky realised that if he strained hard enough, he could cup the growing bulge in Shane’s jeans, holding as still as he could as Shane rubbed himself against Nicky’s hands.
He felt Kian tremble again as he came, and Nicky swallowed desperately, trying not to choke. It triggered his own orgasm and he felt, rather than heard, Bryan’s grunt of pleasure.
Kian pulled away as soon as he could, and putting a hand on the back of Shane’s head, he pushed the dark boy down until his lips were brushing Nicky’s.
"Kiss him," Kian whispered. "See how different I taste."
Shane let go of Nicky’s hands while he kissed him, and Nicky moved them down until he could put them on Bryan’s head where it lay pillowed on his thigh. He couldn’t stop himself moaning in pleasure as Shane’s tongue searched out Kian’s taste.
Kian pulled Shane away and kissed him in turn, pushing him against the wall until he was kneeling between Shane’s spread legs.
Twisting his head so that he could watch them, Nicky was surprised when he was flipped over onto his stomach and pressed into the carpet as Bryan lay full length on him.
"Not fair," Bryan whispered in Nicky’s ear. "I did all that hard work and you’re just watching those two. You still haven’t learned, have you?"
"Guess not," Nicky answered. "What are you gonna do to me?" He gasped as he felt Bryan’s fingers work their way between his buttocks, slowly pushing their way inside.
"Kind of wet down here," Bryan whispered. "May as well make some use of it." He hooked Nicky’s jeans down the rest of the way and forced the smaller boy’s legs open, at the same time pulling at Nicky’s hip, making him get on his knees.
As he thrust inside Nicky, Bryan leaned forward. "Watch them then," he said, and Nicky looked at Kian and Shane.
Shane’s head was back, exposing the whole of his throat for Kian.. His shirt was open and his jeans unfastened. Kian’s hand was inside Shane’s jeans, working the other boy hard. Shane’s hips were moving unashamedly, his hands tangled in Kian’s blond hair. Nicky watched them, wide eyed, grinding back against Bryan.
"Quite a sight isn’t it?" gasped Bryan, slamming hard into Nicky, holding the slim hips so hard that Nicky could already feel bruises starting. Oh well, they’d match the ones on his wrists. As he watched, he saw Shane suddenly stop moving, his body going rigid as he came, holding Kian close. His eyes met Nicky’s and they stared at each other, communicating at a level neither of them understood.
Bryan increased the speed of his thrusts, leaning over Nicky and biting his shoulder as he came, trying to muffle his cries. Nicky arched his back in pleasure as he felt Bryan spurting deep inside him, still keeping his eyes on Shane.
Finally, all movement ceased. Nicky lay on his stomach, Bryan draped across him. Shane was still leaning against the wall, Kian hadn’t moved from his position between his legs.
"So, have you learned your lesson?" Bryan asked, his lips against Nicky’s ear.
"Think so," said Nicky. "But I might need reminding if I step out of line again!"
"Do you think you will?" asked Bryan, laughing. Nicky laughed and stretched under Bryan, making both of them groan.
"If that’s what happens, there’s a pretty good chance!" he said.
The End