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They all knew most of the ins and outs of each other, years and years of friendship that held deep conversations, lighthearted conversations, a trust between four that could never be broken.
So, when Sam had revealed a new card game for their drunken stupor one night, it lead them to talking sexual. Talking about things they had done in the past, things they wanted to do in the future.
"It's called 'Drunkards'. Jay sent me the link for it on etsy."
He smiled slightly at the mention of his friend, the two of them holding a lasting friendship even after they dated for a few years.
"Sam, if you wanted to kiss one of us, you could just ask Luke to play gay chicken again."
"Shut up, AJ." Sam chuckled, smile cheeky and eyes even more so.
It made something fizzle slightly within AJ, but he was already full of so much alcohol he thought nothing of it as he stuck his tongue out like a child, the other three men laughing at his show of immaturity.
"Alright, so what do we need to do?" Tom questions, ever a stickler for the rules.
"Well, I didn't realise until I bought them but they're for couples- we kiss each other enough on stage though, so I don't think anyone would mind. But basically, it's like a truth or drink kind of game. You answer the truth or do the prompt, if you refuse then you drink. Simple."
Sam shuffles the cards in his hands as he explains the game. He places them on the coffee table, splitting the deck in half so AJ and Tom could reach their own cards.
"We'll do a practice round. Have a quick look, see what the crack is- I'll shuffle them again before the real round begins."
His smile is devilish, fingers slipping a card from the top of the pile. He laughs a little to himself when he reads the prompt and looks up to make eye contact with Tom.
"I'll say that we just replace 'partner' with someone of our choosing- so, Tom. Quick, what's the first sex toy that comes to mind?"
Tom stammers for a second, eyes wide and cheeks flushed instantly as his hands wave a little.
"Cock ring!"
The three of them laugh at the intensity and volume of his answer, the taller man holding his face in his hands before grabbing a nearby bottle of vodka and swigging some straight from the bottle with a grimace.
"See, it's as simple as that. I'll re-shuffle and we'll get started."
Sam re-shuffles and re-splits the deck, hand motioning for Tom to begin.
The game was a good choice to get drunk. All four of them sooner or later ended up with pink cheeks and light giggles. They 'ooo'ed' and 'aaahh'ed' at some of the prompts, they egged on whoever hesitated at an answer, they 'boo'ed' when one of them slammed the card down and took a shot of the closest liquor.
"Luke, swap clothes with Tom and take a selfie." AJ states, eyes squinting at the shifting words.
Luke laughs slightly, hands grasping the edge of his shirt to sweep it off. He wobbles slightly when he stands, and Tom automatically places a steadying hand on the small of his back even with his own state of drunken unease. They shuffle down the hall and come back with wide smiles on their faces; Luke almost trips on the extra material, Tom has to leave the buttons and zip open, they embrace each other as Tom takes the selfie.
"Sam," Luke starts, the 'm' longing for a few seconds, "when did you last fantasize about me, and what was the scenerio?"
AJ has to hold his hand over his mouth lest he spits his drink out as Tom takes another shot just for the sake of it.
"Easy. The mum you played in we buried the wrong guy, you gagged me and told me off."
Luke grabs his drink, lifting it up in a 'cheers' motion for Sam to clink their glasses together.
"AJ," Sam announces, body twisting to face the younger man, "now… I'm gonna be nice, and say you can choose either me or all of us- tell a sexual fantasy you've never told anyone before."
AJ finds himself pondering for a moment, the alcohol clouding his brain enough he almost blurts out the answer straight away- he finds himself leaning closer to Sam. His hand covers the shape of his mouth as he whispers into Sam's ear. He can feel the heat radiating off the other man, and it makes him feel flushed.
"I've always wanted someone to sit on my face. Pin me down so I can't move and just sit on my face. Make me submit to them."
Something fizzles low in his stomach when he catches the way Sam's hand clenches on his own thigh, the hint of chest hair peaking out from his partly open shirt makes his heart flutter. Sam catches his gaze when he pulls away, something flittering within his iris' that AJ doesn't have the functionality to decipher.
Tom and Luke try to goad him into telling them the secret, but he keeps his lips sealed. They try to trick Sam into revealing it, but he refuses. His fingers make a zipping motion over his mouth, going as far as to throw away a pretend key; he keeps glancing at AJ throughout the rest of the night, mind replaying what he admitted.
Sam finds himself thinking back to moments as best he can - through the alcohol plagueing his mind - to AJ being pinned on stage. To moments when someone ordered him to do something and he followed suit. To when Sam would sometimes beckon him on stage for an idea he had, and the younger man followed with nothing but obedience.
The night swiftly comes to an end when Luke falls onto Tom, snores already full force with the taller man wrapping himself around Luke to lay on the sofa and pass out. AJ curls himself around a blanket he'd found, head balanced on the pillow he had previously been sat on. Sam stumbles and bumps his way into his bedroom, trousers discarded somewhere as he falls onto his bed; his socks are still on and he thinks nothing of it when he feels himself get pulled into a swirling, dreamless sleep.
Waking up to a blinding headache, stomach turning in on itself with the risk of throwing up doesn't stop AJ from remembering what he had admitted to Sam. It doesn't stop Sam from remembering his very not dreamless sleep which was in fact full of AJ, naked and below him as he sat on his face.
Sam felt his stomach warm at the thought and planned out the fantasy as he drowsily made four cups of tea, ordered some lunch, and grumbled about hangovers with his equally impacted friends.
A few days later finds AJ making his way back to Sam's place. He checks his phone again, mind still slightly confused at the broad yet specified texts Sam had sent him.
Sammy-boy
17:09 come to mine for 6pm
17:09 don't be late
It was almost 6pm and AJ was stood outside Sam's place with 3 minutes to spare. He rings the doorbell and is let inside by Sam; before he can ask anything, Sam levels him with a stare.
"In the bedroom. Shirt off, trousers off. Leave your boxers on and lay on the bed."
AJ wasn't sure what happened, but he followed the instructions without question. His stomach burns with arousal, cock twitching beneath the confines of his clothes as he strips and lays on the bed.
He feels the urge to palm himself when Sam saunters through the threshold, chest on full display and trousers undone, hanging loose on his hips.
"Good. Glad you can follow instructions. Now, here's what's going to happen," he strokes a featherlight touch up AJ's thigh, "you're going to lie there, and I'm going to sit on your face. If you need a break or want to stop, tap my thigh twice," he trails the touch over the rapidly growing erection in AJ's boxers, "is that understood?"
"Yes."
"Good boy."
Sam shoves his trousers and boxers down in one go, cock half hard and hardening by the second. He crawls over AJ, eyes holding the younger man's gaze as his hips get closer and closer until his chin was practically on his chest. His cock twitches to full mast when AJ lets out an involuntary whine.
"One more thing," he lifts himself up to hover his ass directly over AJ's face, "no touching."
Without giving AJ any time to respond, Sam lets himself fall to land on AJ's face. His hands grip his headboard, smirk growing when he sees the twitch of AJ's hand in his peripheral as he lets himself relax, his full weight resting atop the man below him.
Sam rocked his hips slightly at the feeling of AJ's desperate, muffled moans vibrating through him. His cock twitches when he feels something hot and wet press against his hole.
"Oh, little AJ," he coos, hips jerking again when the tongue swipes around his rim, "you're desperate for this, aren't you?"
AJ presses his tongue flat against Sam's hole, his whine once again muffled from below Sam's ass cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's it. Take what you want whilst you can- you're not getting anything else but this."
Sam feels AJ's tongue press more insistently against the muscle, his hands twitching and gripping the duvet below him in an attempt to follow Sam's orders, knuckles turning white at how hard he held the material.
The younger mans' eyes were misty, out of focus, almost rolling back as Sam ground against his mouth. His hips were going haywire from behind Sam; neither could see the wet spot growing rapidly on the material.
It was intense just how much power Sam felt flowing through his veins. He felt like a king - and not in an egotistical way.
Sitting on AJ, holding all the decisions as the younger man could do nothing below him, Sam felt himself grip the headboard a bit tighter as he rocked his hips harder into the tongue that had been flicking, licking, pushing into the muscle with nothing but adoration as he groaned and grunted.
The pleasure from the power dynamic mixed with the attention to his ass was building gloriously, his cock beginning to leak pre-cum as his hips slowly grow a mind of their own, grinding, rutting, jerking into the feeling of AJ's tongue. He feels the man below him open his mouth further to clamp around his hole and suck.
"Fuck- yeah, yeah. Go on, AJ. Go on, hun. Take what you can, take it all- I wanna cum from this tongue of yours."
He didn't realise it could, but the tongue worshipping his ass began to move faster, now thrusting through the layers of muscle to slurp against velvety walls that sent sparks throughout Sams' being. He could feel the way his chest began to rise and fall harder and harder, sweat dotting his forehead as he chases the pleasure; he forgets momentarily that it was AJ below him, mind tunnel-visioned on getting himself to his peak.
AJ felt like he was in heaven, body completely boneless at the pressure from Sam holding him down. He had never felt so turned on in his life, hips thrusting up into nothing as his cock strained violently against the fabric of his boxers.
Gripping the duvet, twisting the sheets in-between his fingers was the only way to hold his hand back, to follow Sam's instructions, to make sure he was a good boy. He felt his mind cloud with nothing but ecstasy, tongue working on nothing but instinct as he chased the flavour of Sam- it was Sam, pure and true, and AJ was addicted.
He licked, sucked, thrust his tongue into a warmth he wished he could feel around his cock to the sound of Sam's melodies. The older man was making little breathy moans that flowed through AJ's veins like lava. It heats him up from the inside like Irish Coffee, sweet but dangerous as he drinks it up until his mind was cloudy with nothing but the desire for more.
Sam presses down harder against his face, the pressure of his body weight pulling AJ breathless as the brunet just takes whatever pleasure he felt he wanted in that moment.
"Yeah, yeah. That's it, keep going- little AJ- ah, doing so well. Keep going, so close."
AJ feels himself burst, the surprise of it pulling a shout from him that goes straight to Sam's cock as he shoves his face as deep as it could physically go into Sam's hole, tongue thrusting in and staying in so could slurp at the walls- he was a hungry man eating a meal like a greek god with Ambrosia.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- gonna- cum, cum. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, keep going!"
Sam grinds down, AJ wraps his lips around and sucks, and Sam feels himself tip over the edge as cum spurts out.
It lands all over AJ's face, eyes scrunched in pure bliss as he helps Sam ride out his orgasm. The headboard creaks slightly from the force of Sam's grip as he pants through the last few drips of cum leaking out his cock.
He falls to the side with a thump, the two of them panting with AJ pulling in some heaving breaths- he feels lightheaded from the rush of oxygen, soft cock twitching minutely beneath his stained boxers.
"So… fantasy fulfilled?" Sam pants.
AJ feels a chuckle build up beneath his ribs, eyes slightly unfocused on the ceiling above him; he raises a shakey hand in a thumbs up.