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Neil knew that living off of coffee was not the answer in the same way that Andrew knew that ice cream couldn’t be the only food he ate consistently. Kevin had made multiple attempts at convincing the pair to maintain a healthier diet, and he was proven to have failed yet again as he woke up at nine in the morning and smelled the familiar stench of coffee. When he got to the kitchen to fix himself a proper breakfast for an athlete, he saw Neil at the counter with just a coffee-filled mug, and Andrew with a bowl of melting ice cream. Melting because Neil liked to steal a spoonful here and there but the coldness of ice cream fresh out of the freezer was too much. Kevin himself couldn’t tell the difference between temperatures, but Neil could.
"Have you actually eaten breakfast, Neil?"
"Coffee?" He answered like it was the most obvious answer. Kevin should have known and notes to himself to plate up an egg or two for Neil to eventually consume. He would forget and feel so hungry he was sick later on. A horrible cycle to get started. Ever ensuring his boys ate properly. "Drew you can't just have ice cream for breakfast." the blond shrugged and answered with a grunt. Kevin had very quickly lost that fight. "At least agree that Neil should have more than coffee to start the day. He didn't eat dinner, remember? He'll be too hungry to eat later." Neil cursed Kevin. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat the night before, just that he wasn’t hungry enough to eat anything he liked. His list of safe foods was actually quite small, he didn’t want to cook something just for it to be left in the microwave after. Andrew wasn’t too fussed about missing breakfast, but missing dinner the night before meant that he had to eat breakfast- the stupid blond would find a way to convince him to eat his breakfast. Coffee usually sufficed.
"I napped through normal dinner time, I didn't know he didn't anything. Rabbit." Neil looked away and pretended to be unusually focused and amazed by coffee. Kevin saw what he was trying to do, standing being Neil as he watched his egg. He was visibly going to try and distract Andrew from the point, and Kevin wasn't having it. "You know what we said about that."
"I don't know what you mean. Not the slightest idea."
"No?" Kevin asked, brushing a hand across Neil's cheek in a way that made him shiver. It always made him squirm. He looked at Andrew for a little help, but got the opposite in return.
"And here I was, thinking that you were getting to be a smart bunny." the way Andrew talked made him sound so unbothered. Neil knew otherwise. He was teasing. Just as he always did. "Get something to eat."
"What's in it for me?"
"Oh, I won't have to take time out of my day to recap that discussion about food if you're ever so polite and eat your breakfast," Kevin hummed as Andrew spoke, back at the stove. He gave Neil the option to take the plate that held two sunny-side-up eggs and bacon. It didn't even take him a second to point something out. The bacon wasn't his brand. Neil pouted, and Kevin removed the bacon from his plate. Neil knew the difference between the brand he ate and other bacons. If it wasn't the specific kind that he knew he liked, then he wouldn't eat it even if it was the only thing in the house. Many times they had gone late-night shopping because Neil didn't have his kind of food in the food and refused to eat anything. Neil Josten was a stubborn man, even when it came to respecting his safe foods. It had taken him a long time to get there, he wouldn't go back to ignoring what he needed.
"Toast? Not your bread. Mine." he asked, tapping the table they sat at.
"If you want toast I'll make your toast." Neil nodded, about to speak again before being interrupted. "Yes, Josten, three. You have three slices and the butter can't touch the corners because then you can't hold it without butter touching your fingers. You don't like butter on your fingers." Neil nodded, he knew that Kevin and Andrew both knew about his food habits. He just wanted to remind them, just in case in a split moment they forgot how to make Neil’s food. It wasn’t likely, but it could happen one day and he wasn’t taking chances.
"Here. Egg and three pieces of toast. Is the egg okay? I know it's hit or miss with the texture." Kevin watched Neil cut a peice and try it, glad that the look on his face didn't change. If the egg made him gag, then he wouldn't be eating until lunch. He ate it quietly, sipping at his coffee in between bites.
"Good. I'm glad you don't need a reminder. Would hate to ruin Kevin's morning athletics. Wouldn't you?" Neil hummed, shifting to stand in front of Andrew. He was finished with his food now, and the earlier brush on his cheek from Kevin had riled him up. The simplest touches did that to him sometimes. "What do you want Rabbit?"
"Kiss, yes?"
Yes. Touch my shoulders and up." Kevin watched them, wanting to get his food down as fast as possible to join in whatever was happening between Andrew and Neil. Andrew’s ears reddened, hands hovering over Neil’s waist in a silent request. He watched as their chests rose and fell. "Kevin likes what he sees, rabbit. Look at him." Neil hummed, turning to face Kevin with a flushed face and redder lips than normal. The last bit of food was swallowed down, and he moved to watch closely what the pair were doing. Sometimes that's all that he would do. He enjoyed watching as Andrew and Neil touched and kissed and just about everything. It made him feel a certain type of way.
"I'm gonna brush my teeth," he whispered, knowing that neither Andrew nor Neil was going to be bothered by his breath- they were making out at the kitchen counter after Neil consumed his coffee, they couldn't have been- but he was sure that he had some food stuck between his teeth. When he got back to them, Neil was situated between Andrew and the counter, hands pinned against his chest. "Want me to keep his hands out of the way?"
"Stand behind him, hold them." Kevin did, leaning down to kiss Neil’s neck, taking his time to find the spot that made him shiver. He already knew it well, he’d long since mapped out all the spots on each other bodies that made them squirm, but he enjoyed going out of his way to tease. "Tell him what you told me, rabbit. What do you want?" He took a breath, shifting slightly and leaning back against Kevin's chest as Andrew's mouth attacked the other side of his neck. It didn't matter how many breaths he took, Andrew and Neil were right there to knock the breath right back out of him.
"Want both of you..."
"Go on. We don't have all day." Neil was quiet, panting into Andrew's hair. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing, just that he didn't want either of them to stop. "Want both of us to do what, Neil." Andrew's words reminded him, but he still didn't talk for a moment, going quiet just like he sometimes did when he was under their touches. It felt like his brain was melted, they made him feel like jelly. A few minutes passed, a cold hand lingering at the bottom of his shirt. A question.
"Want both of you to fuck me. Maybe at the same time," Keving choked on nothing when he finally said it. Sometimes Neil's mouth said things that made him burn up. "Drew, yes." Nobody saw where Neil's shirt ended up, Kevin knew Andrew would inevitably complain about finding clothes everywhere, but he couldn’t bring himself to care whilst he had Neil’s body pressed against his. He whined when they stopped paying attention to his neck but settled into silence when Andrew grabbed Kevin’s jaw, pulling him close enough to kiss him. Their kiss was messier, rough and enough to send Kevin right into a daze. After a moment of not getting attention, Neil shifts, pushing himself against Kevin.
"Let Kevin take you to our room. Yes or no?" Neil nodded with enthusiasm, wanting nothing more than to continue what was happening in the bedroom. "I need your words."
"Yes." He choked out, mourning the loss of Andrew's hands against his skin. It was harder to complain when Kevin was lifting him up, carrying him like he weighed nothing. He had his back against the mattress in no time and was glad for it when Kevin was ‘appreciating’ his body with his hands. Touching here and there, pulling at the waistband of his shorts, trying to wait for Andrew to come back before doing anything.
“Kevin. Touch me."
"I’m all over you, baby." He whispered, preparing for Neil to get a little frustrated. He needed attention, loved the feeling of their hands against his skin, and wanted more, more, more. "Drew will be here soon."
"Want both of you, want to feel him and feel you on me. Touch me." He hummed, leaning down and pressing his mouth against exposed skin. It would work for Neil until Andrew walked. "More."
"Patience, baby. If I touch you too much you’re just going to end up cumming in your underwear. Know what you’re like, Josten, and I’m sure Drew wants to hear you ask for it." Neil whined, high-pitched and pathetic as ever, and he did it again when Andrew came in wearing just his boxers. It wasn’t often he walked around shirtless, never-mind in just underwear.
"Yes or no?" Andrew started with, satisfied with his responses. "Is Kevin being mean, rabbit? Won’t touch you enough, huh? It’s okay if you cum in your boxers, I know you’re a little pathetic like that, you can’t help it."
"Said you might wanna hear me ask for it… asked him to touch more and he said I’ve gotta be patient." Kevin hummed, looking Andrew over. It was rare he got the chance. When he did, he made sure to soak every second of it in, burning the image of him into his brain so that it could never vanish from sight.
"Got to be patient?"
"You know you like waiting really, Neil." Kevin whispered, leaning forward and getting the permission he needed to touch Andrew's chest. Some things were still asked for.
"What did you get?"
"Lube. We left it in the lounge yesterday. It's fascinating that he still needs any lube with how much he gets fucked. Such a needy shit, always wanting to be fucked open. How many times was it yesterday? How many times did you beg for our cocks, Neil?" Kevin stared at them in awe, stunned by how open Andrew was being.
"Didn't count, Drew." Neil breathed out, flushed red. He hadn't known Andrew would be asking such questions, trying to drive him inside. It wasn't often that he tried taking them apart in every way. It did things he couldn't explain to him.
"Did you count, Kevin? Know you keep track of how often you get to fill his ass. How many times did we get to fuck him?" Neil was breathless. The way they were talking about him like he wasn’t there was amazing, and he waited, listening to the filth of Andrew's words. It was rare that he was so vocal and detailed, but he knew his limits well and never breached them.
"Five times. Six if you count fingering in the shower." Kevin answered, a little lost in Andrew’s words. Just like Neil, he was in awe. "Want to fuck him again."
"You're as desperate as him, Day. He wants to be fucked, and you want to fuck. Pathetic." Beautiful, Andrew really meant. He never said it, not with his words. Just in the way he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of the, the way he kissed and touched and appreciated them.
"Drew, touch me. Yes?" Andrew hummed, hand slipping down the front of his boxers, close enough to brush against Kevin too. He’d gotten his ‘yes’ before he even asked. Kevin shifted his hands out of habit. He was happy with whatever he got from Andrew always. He watched Andrew's hand, breathing hard.
"It’s fine, Kevin. It’s yes until I tell you no."
"Habit, Drew." And Andrew smiled. It was a low bar to set really, and he knew that, but he was glad that it had become a habit for them to ask. To make sure every touch was okay. He knew he didn’t have to remind them because as Kevin said, it was habit. "Where?"
"Anywhere. It’s yes until I tell you no." Neil squirmed, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be this close yet. Andrew’s attention was on him, shoulders relaxing a little when he saw the look on Neil’s face.
"Trying to run away, rabbit? Just so eager to be touched a moment ago." Despite his teasing comment, he still paused, giving Neil time to tell him no, he didn't want to carry on. That didn't come, only Neil's desperate voice, breathless and oozing lust.
"Gonna make me cum. Kevin said to ask."
"Like you ever listen to what I tell you to do. Trying to be good so you get something out of it?" Neil shrugged, letting loose a sinful noise as Andrew put just the right pressure on the tip of his cock. The way Andrew's hand moved in Neil’s boxers was perfect for Kevin too, knuckles brushing against him, causing enough friction for him to start leaking. It didn’t take a lot for him to get going.
"Drew…" he panted, and just as he was right on the edge, whispering both of their names in some sort of plead, Andrew’s hand slipped out of his boxers. The way he said his name that time held a small amount of frustration, but he’d forgotten about it when he was being pulled into Andrew's lap, chest to chest- Kevin getting close enough to feel the heat against his back and giving Andrew enough room to breathe. He turned his head to face Kevin, about to complain about something or another before being distracted by a heat-filled kiss. Neil shifted, thigh dropping between Andrew’s- not touching- just enough to be comfortable. It was like he was aware of what that did to Andrew until his hair was pulled and he was dragged away from Kevin's mouth.
"Yes or no?" Andrew whispered, something different in his voice. Neil was oblivious. "Move closer and let me use your thigh. Yes. Or no?"
"Yes, yes Drew." He finally realised, and Kevin pressed against his back to watch. Andrew set his own pace, lifting himself slightly as Neil moved close as needed. The blond’s lips parted slightly as he rocked his hips, enough to reveal the noises of want. It didn’t take long for him to reach forward slightly, keeping himself steady using Neil’s shoulders. Something about the way both Kevin and Neil were watching him get off against one of their legs made heat pool in his stomach, knowing that Neil could feel how wet he was made it that much better, seeing Kevin’s flushed face and leaking pre-ejac was sending him over the edge.
"Shit, help me out here. One of you." Neil registered it first, taking his shot and pulling at the band of Andrews boxers- just in case he wanted them on. "Might be a good idea. Yes."
"So fucking wet, Drew." Neil breathed out, situating himself back between Andrew's thighs.
"Gonna touch your dick or gonna sit there and watch until somebody teaches you how to do it?" Andrew asked Kevin, who quickly sat back and pulled off his clothes. Neil hummed, pressing his face into the pale neck as his fingers pressed against Andrew's clit. Gentle, just at first, just to feel the way his hips instantly moved forward, wanting more pressure. "Shit. Shit, junkie."
"Sound pretty when you’re loud. So good." The comment made his stomach tighten, and the look on Kevin’s face mixed in with how good Neil’s fingers and thigh felt against him made his jaw drop and eyes squeezed shut. Neil noticed how he tensed a little and looked up, and then he worked that bit harder, good enough to throw Andrew completely over the edge. He yelled a little, shaking as his orgasm tore through him. Neil held an arm across his back, probably the only thing keeping him steady as he panted, coming down from it.
"Fuck." He laughed, after not so long. He said nothing about the arm supporting him for a while, knowing well enough from experience that he probably couldn’t support his own full weight for a few more minutes. "Let Kevin finger you?"
"Yes, yes. Kevin." Neil whined, still holding onto Andrew as Kevin’s hands tore at the rest of his clothes. Andrew shifted, sitting back against their pillows. Neil whined again, this time at the loss of Andrew's warmth. Andrew took a little pity, brushing a hand across Neil's cheek, thumb against his lips. He let go after a minute.
"You can touch again when he’s about to fuck you. Yes?" Neil nodded, leaning down so he rested on his forearms instead of just his knees. That way he got that bit closer to Andrew’s cunt. "Should have seen Kev’s face, rabbit. I think he got a bit jealous for a minute. Wanted to come touch one of us."
"Like when he’s jealous, Drew. Fucks me better." Neil was desperate, holding Andrew's hands as Kevin’s worked him apart. He was panting, trying not to push back onto his fingers like so desperately wanted to- he’d been warned Kevin would stop if he carried on being greedy, he didn’t want him to stop. Instead, he leaned forward, distracting himself with the insides of Andrew's thighs. One of his hands was being guided along his thigh, enough to cause the blond’s breath to catch in his throat.
"Still okay?" Kevin asked, voice raw and fingers still pressing into Neil. Neil nodded, huffing at the empty feeling he got when Kevin’s fingers were gone. He deserved to have something inside of him. Andrew, of course, laughed at him.
"He’s getting to it, junkie. Give him a moment. We know you like feeling full. You’ll get there soon, just relax for him, yeah?" Neil nodded against Andrew's thigh, gasping as a harsh grip on his hair was taken and Andrew laughed. He was pulled up and back, only to be shoved back down, cheek against the mattress. He hummed at the roughness, enjoying the way that Kevin wasn’t hesitant to be rough with him anymore.
"Looks like you’re getting a bit of a treat, doesn’t it? Fucked into the mattress just how you like it."
"Yes, yes, yes." He breathed, gasping as he started to get the feeling of being almost full he wanted. Hips pressed against his ass, one hand taking a bruising grip on his hip and another taking a fistful of hair, keeping his head down against the mattress. Kevin knocked his legs further apart as he pulled back, grinning up at Andrew as he made Neil wait- taking him off guard mid-whine when he shoved forward, dragged back again, repeating the same harsh movement as before. "Kevin!"
"I’ll keep him down for a bit, you keep his hands so he doesn’t touch without asking like you wanted earlier," Andrew whispered, replacing Kevin’s hand in Neil’s hair as he smirked at the redhead’s prayer-like chant. Just Kevin’s name, over and over. Neil crossed his wrists behind his back for an easier grip, muscle memory by this point, unable to even try pushing back as each thrust pressed him further into the bed. "You’re so loud, rabbit. It’s okay, I know you’re liking his cock so much. Fucks you so good, doesn’t he? Taking him so well."
"So good, so g- ah!"
"I know, ‘s why we’ve gotta keep you all held down like this isn’t it? A greedy bitch like you just wants more. If I was being fucked by Kevin this good, that deep- you know how I’d get by now, but at least I'd take what he gave instead of getting greedy like you." Kevin pictured it without even thinking, the noises he’d make and the faces he’d pull, and Neil could hardly keep up with his reaction. Deeper, rougher, bordering an animalistic fuck. "He’s gonna cum in you, Neil. You want his cum inside you?"
"Yes, fuck yes." Andrew hummed, looking at Kevin's face. He looked in utter bliss. Andrew couldn't blame him. There was just something about watching their idiot fall apart like this, all because of them.
"Then if he wants it, and you still want it, we’re going to make room for another and you’re going to take both of us at the same time." Neil near came then and there at the idea of it, and Andrew tugged his head up, revelling in how utterly fucked he looked. "Look what you’re doing to him, Kev. Taking him apart like this."
"I’m close, so close."
"Neil, I can’t hear Kevin over your mouth, would you ever be so polite and shut the fuck up?" Neil answered with more moans, more pleas for more, and more chants. Andrew rolled his eyes and shuffled closer to him, tugging his head back down so his mouth was barely an inch away from his cunt. That quickly shut him up. "I said shut the fuck up, rabbit. Now, since you can’t do that, put your mouth to better use and eat. There you go, good boy. Kevin, you were saying?"
"Shit, Drew. ‘S so hot when you’re like this. Love it. So close. So fucking close." Andrew just hummed, pushing black hair from his face with his free hand, pulling him down enough for their mouths to collide in a heat-filled, bruise-worthy kiss. Neil paid no mind, happy enough with his mouth against Andrew's clit. Kevin started to get sloppier, letting himself switch between hot kisses and watching in awe as Neil manages to do exactly what Andrew wanted with his tongue. He slides his tongue over Andrew's clit with confidence, repeating himself until and after he’s pleased with how he can hear the blond struggling to keep up with the kisses. Andrew’s reddened hand tightens in Neil’s hair, asking, a silent beg for him to carry on, a threat that if he stopped now Neil wouldn’t get what he wanted either. Neil hummed, and Andrew doesn’t miss the way Kevin’s hand immediately reaches to steady him as he shudders and arches his back. "Do it again for him," Kevin whispered, wondering how he hasn’t exploded yet. He watches as Andrew barely keeps himself together as Neil did it again- and glaring at Kevin as he pulled him away, tugging him up and kissing him for the taste. Neil was just happy to be getting attention, though he was enjoying himself between Andrew's thighs. "Taste so good."
"Fucking asshole." He couldn’t even get Neil’s hands between his legs, not with them pinned against his own back. He caught his breath after a moment, pressing his chest against Neil’s to get to Kevin. He squirmed under Andrew’s glare.
"Had to," Kevin breathed, making ungodly noises as he shook. "Cumming inside him, wanted to taste you."
Andrew waited, staring Kevin down for a few more moments, watching as he started to fall apart and laughing as he shoved Kevin back just before it could hit. Neil leaned forward, head against Andrew's shoulder and hands still kept behind his back obediently. Still, he whined at the loss and wanted more. He always wanted more, God knows he knew he deserved to have something inside of him all the time.
"Don’t worry, junkie, you’re still getting what you asked for. Just a couple more steps beforehand, okay? Blame Kevin. If he was as patient as you right now, you’d still be full, hm?" Neil nodded, and Kevin caught his breath, knowing better than to make himself cum if Andrew had just stopped him. "Come here. Sucks to be you right now doesn’t it?"
"Just wanted to taste you." He managed, eyes widening slightly as he realised what was about to happen. Andrew’s hand against Neil’s cock gave it away.
"Remember those steps, Neil? I think you’ll like this one. It might even make up for not having something inside of you right now. Want to know?"
"Yes." He decided fast, and Andrew whispered it, watching Kevin’s face the entire time. "Yes. Fuck, yes." Kevin watched with a little bit of a pout, jealous as Neil's fingers left Andrew, soon replaced by the head of his cock. Andrew's head tipped back slightly, gasp muffled by the back of his hand. Neil mumbled something to Andrew's ear, Kevin couldn't hear what, and he grinned as he received a nod and was able to reach back. Kevin was pulled towards him, and Neil was happy enough to feel Kevin's chin against his shoulder, mouth against his neck. Neil was gentle as he lifted Andrew’s leg, pushing them further apart. "Stop fucking around and fuck me. Now, Neil."
He didn't have to be told again, and was quick to start moving when he finally bottomed out. Andrew threw his head back completely, not needing to look to know what Kevin was doing. He was there watching, eyes glued to the sight of Neil's cock inside of him, pressing in and pulling out. Not to Andrew's standards right now, but he was pleased to know he was making Kevin jealous.
"Fuck him harder than that," Andrew heard Kevin whisper. He agreed, and the result of Kevin's borderline order was a sort of noise they hadn't heard in a while being torn from his throat. He grabbed onto Neil, or tried, and ended up with a hand tugging at Kevin's shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. Neil leaned closer, ignoring Kevin's groan and listening to what Andrew wanted from him. Harder, and deeper. Right there, more, don't fucking stop. If it meant that he would keep hearing the oh so rare noises declaring Andrew's pleasure, he would do anything. "See how good you're making him feel?"
"If you f...fucking stop him again I will- shit, Neil- I will kill you." Kevin hummed and pushed Neil's hips, pushing him as deep as he could go. Andrew gasped, louder when Neil carried on doing what he was doing before.