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He’s heard that things come in threes, so maybe after losing the title and Hobbs turning on him he should have expected Hook and Danhausen to show up at his hotel room.
He lets them in against his better judgment. They don’t look like they’re there to fight, and he might be slightly disappointed by that. He’s frustrated and angry without an outlet. He isn’t fit to be around the public or else he’d be in the gym doing his best to tear a punching bag apart. If it’s not a fight they want then he would have expected pity, but they don’t give him that, either. Instead they go for the unexpected third option of offering him a different kind of release.
He’s not sure how exactly it went from him agreeing to him flat on his back on the bed with Hook sinking down on his cock, rolling his hips and squeezing him with strong thighs, hands splayed on his abdomen. He’s hot and tight and feels so goddamn good, his abdominals flexing with each thrust down. Danhausen is on his side next to Ricky, kissing him on his mouth, his neck, and his chest; he alternates with teasing nips to each and murmuring things like how delicious he is, how beautiful Hook looks, and how sexy they are together. Ricky has one hand on Hook’s hip, just resting there as the young champ rides him with intense focus, staring with blown eyes as Ricky’s other hand threads into Danhausen’s hair and pulls him down into a forceful, biting kiss.
It’s overwhelming in the best way, but Ricky’s not going just going to lie back and enjoy it. He’s no slouch when it comes to sex. He moves his hand from Hook’s hip to his neglected cock, which has been leaking precum all over itself and Ricky’s abdomen. He fists and strokes it, Hook hissing in pleasure as he fucks forward into the hand then back down onto Ricky’s cock. Danhausen pulls away from Ricky to lean up and kiss Hook. It’s done in such an easy manner that Ricky knows they’ve done this before, and that’s further confirmed when Danhausen’s hand joins Ricky’s and shows him just how Hook likes it, a bit tighter and with a twist at the end and a thumb rubbing at his slit. Hook doesn’t last much longer, coming all over the three of them and sending Ricky over the edge a heartbeat later.
He doesn’t see stars, but it’s a close thing; or maybe he does, as he watches Danhausen kiss Hook once more before turning back to Ricky and kissing him. It should be weird to taste Danhausen’s face paint and feel his tongue in his mouth, and it honestly is, but it’s an oddly welcome kind of weird. Danhausen is good at it, too, dominating without being overbearing, which should also be weird but somehow isn’t. When he pulls back he’s replaced with Hook leaning down for a kiss of his own; similar in its intensity, but with a faint sweetness that makes Ricky shiver a bit.
Hook leans back up and eases himself off of Ricky, removing the condom and throwing it away. Danhausen licks Hook’s come off his hand, then Hook’s hand, and finally starts licking the last bits off Ricky’s hand and chest. It’s an erotic sight watching that pink tongue peek out from paint-smeared lips and lapping up the orgasmic treat. Ricky’s cock is already twitching again, something that hasn’t happened to him in years. He probably can’t come again, but he’s not done either, because Danhausen is still noticeably hard in his pants. He spreads his legs and pulls the demonic man between them.
“Fuck me,” he orders, causing Danhausen’s eyes to widen and then look over at Hook who is now stretched out at Ricky’s other side.
“You heard him,” Hook murmurs with a smirk. “Fuck him good, D.”
Danhausen grins. Soon he’s being prepared by long fingers, scissoring and stretching him open. Hook cups Ricky’s jaw and draws him into another kiss, biting his lip and then soothing it with his tongue. Ricky’s not passive, either, biting him back and preening at the sound Hook makes. With someone so quiet every whisper and whimper feels like a win, and Ricky’s finding that he likes causing them. It’s not surprising, given how much he loves to win.
Danhausen’s fingers finally brush that fantastic place inside that does cause Ricky to see stars, and he breaks off a kiss with Hook to demand Danhausen fuck him now . A moment later the condom is on and Danhausen is pressing in. He’s a hell of a lot bigger than his fingers, but the burn and sting as he’s slowly filled is countered by Hook carefully stroking his sensitive, half-hard cock. It's just this side of too much, and by the time Danhausen bottoms out Ricky feels like he’s being thrown around an ocean as he rides the waves of pleasure and pain. Danhausen eases out and thrusts back in, slightly faster this time but still gentle and slow; he does it again and again, each time faster, deeper, and hitting exactly where Ricky wants him the most.
Hook continues to stroke Ricky, his touch light but not hesitant, and Ricky is shocked that he’s fully hard again already. He pulls his legs up, Danhausen understanding what he wants and propping them up on his arms, opening Ricky up even further. Ricky lets out a whine as the next thrust hits just perfectly; he should be embarrassed at the sound and normally would be, but he’s too far gone to care.
Hook begins to kiss his neck, dragging his teeth across his shoulder and ear. Ricky can only reach up and thread his hand into that great hair and hold Hook in place. Danhausen has been rambling this whole time, but Ricky’s beyond understanding much of it. He thinks he hears ‘very good’ and maybe ‘look at you two’, but he definitely hears the ‘yes, yes, yes’ Danhausen chants as he comes, pushing in as deep as he can go.
Ricky’s painfully hard and is desperate to come and says as much. His eyes are tightly shut as he chases that high and so he’s taken completely off guard by not one, but two tongues beginning to lap at him. His eyes startle open to see that Danhausen is still inside him, so he’s nearly bent in half licking at Ricky’s slit while Hook has shifted down and replaced his hand with his tongue, flattening it and licking up and joining Danhausen’s tongue briefly before trailing back down to the base and his sac. It’s this image that sends him flying over the edge and coming so hard that he sees past the stars and into a goddamn galaxy.
He’s not sure how long he’s out of it. He’s surprised he hasn’t completely passed out, but he’s aware enough to feel himself being gently cleaned up and tucked into bed. Hook and Danhausen soon join him there, one on each side. Sleep’s calling him, but his mind is still treading water, so he pulls himself enough out of the haze to speak.
“So you two are…?” he manages to ask, hoping it’s coherent enough.
“Something,” Hook says.
“Yes,” Danhausen agrees. “Hookhausen is beyond definition.”
“And this?”
“When Danhausen cursed Richard he did not mean for him to be hurt by his friend.” Ricky is still parsing that out when Danhausen softly adds, “I’m sorry.”
“A pity fuck, huh?” He wants to snap his words out like usual, but he’s exhausted and it’s more resigned than anything.
“No!” Hook growls. “No. It’s not pity. It’s– it’s–”
“Comfort,” Danhausen says, “compassion, care.”
“Reassurance,” Hook tells him. “The only person I pity is Hobbs.”
“Agreed. He turned his back on his friend, which is not very nice.”
Ricky relaxes. He’s not sure he fully believes the two of them, but he wants to, and knows that he does feel better and not just because of the afterglow. He also knows that he’s not mad at Hook for winning against him– it was just a matter of time given how insanely good he is– though he’s disappointed in himself for not doing better. He also knows that Danhausen is annoying and obnoxious as fuck, but is sincere and means what he says, no matter how unbelievable it is.
“Sleep,” Hook murmurs into his shoulder. “We got you.”
Lastly, and most importantly, he knows he’s not alone.