[FIC] When Darkness Falls 26

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Welcome to the fic that asks today's question:  Whose Orgy is it Anyway?  Eh, this didn't come out quite as I wanted it to.  I had a problem with Drew's reticence and newbiness to the scene butting in at really odd moments.  The next one I do will have to be without him, I think.  

TITLE:  When Darkness Falls
PART:  26
PAIRING:  Colin/Ryan (currently sleeping), *deep breath*  Greg/Brad/Jeff/Drew  There.  I said it.
RATING:  NC-17 for orgymansmut
DISCLAIMER:  If it could get any more FICTION LIKE, it would still be FICTION!  And oh BOY is this FICTION!
SUMMARY:  Orgy?  What orgy?

Drew’s teeth were clenched together so hard, the muscles in his jaw jumped and fluttered.  Then, in a move that surprised Greg and everyone else with its swiftness, darted forward, grabbed Greg’s head in both hands, and planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his lips.  Greg was so startled by the abruptness of the move that he didn’t even have time to respond before Drew was pulling away, eyes sparkling in challenge and supreme satisfaction at having gotten the normally unflappable Greg’s proverbial goat.

 

Greg, being Greg, didn’t give him a chance to savor his victory, however.  Smirking broadly, he simply turned to Brad and repeated the action.  Brad, who wasn’t startled in the least, eagerly returned the kiss, moaning into Greg’s mouth as their tongues slid across one another.  When Brad’s hand slid down Greg’s chest, heading south, Greg pulled away, still smirking.  “Uh uh.  That’s for later, Monkey Man.  Go give Jeff some of that good shit.”

 

Grinning, Brad swiftly turned and Jeff was practically in his arms, face tilted slightly upwards. Their lips met in a tangle of drunken lust, each warring for dominance over the other.  Brad, being bigger and stronger, won that battle, and Jeff immediately relaxed, allowing Brad to plunder as he desired.  “God, you taste so good,” Brad murmured, pulling away only for a second before diving back in again.

 

“Alright, alright,” Greg called finally.  “You’re holding up the game here, guys.  Jeff, pass that on to Drew.”

 

Jeff finally pulled away, reluctantly, it seemed, and turned to Drew.  Drew’s look of discomfort was back again, but he’d started the thing, and he was determined to see it through.  Smiling, Jeff slid over to Drew and placed his hands gently on the older man’s face.  “It’ll be okay,” he whispered before bringing his head forward and down, his lips softly covering Drew’s. 

 

Drew’s mouth was closed, and Jeff used the tip of his tongue to lick a gentle request across the other man’s full lower lip before drawing it into his own mouth and suckling gently.  Drew’s head spun in confusion and drunkenness and lust, and he opened his mouth almost on instinct, drawing Jeff’s tongue inside and tasting it with his own.  Brad was right.  The man tasted delicious, and he could feel himself hardening beneath the swirling water. 

 

No! his mind shouted frantically.  I’m not gay!  I don’t like this!  I can’t like this!

 

Fuck you, he said to that little voice and kept right on kissing Jeff until he heard Greg not so subtly clear his throat.  Then he continued on another moment just to piss the guy off, and finally pulled away, breathing heavily.  “Nice,” he said, his voice an octave deeper than it had been the minute before.

 

And it was.  And he was going to take Colin’s advice and listen to his body and his heart instead of his fucking head for once.  Being drunk helped, of course, but sometimes liquid courage was needed in these situations.  Anyway, he was going to enjoy it and suffer no regrets in the morning.

 

He looked over at Greg, smirking.  “Your turn.”

 

Greg’s intrigue grew as he thought about what he would do next.  Most of him wanted to go straight for the gusto, so to speak, but a small part of him, a very demanding part, wanted to see how long Drew would last.  That part won, as it almost always did, and he settled for something slightly less.

 

But only slightly.

 

He stood up.  The tub was quite deep and the water lapped up over his waist as he moved toward a grinning Brad.  “Lean back,” he commanded, and Brad did just that.  He looked over his shoulder.  “You might want to slide a little closer to Jeffrey, Drew, so you don’t get an up close and personal view of my ass while I’m doing this.”

 

“Been there, done that,” Drew replied, grinning as he slid over next to Jeff.  “Show me whatcha got, Proops.”

 

“Observe an artiste at work.”  He kissed Brad deeply again, but only for a moment before leaving that luscious mouth to carry his work elsewhere.  Moving to the spot behind the hinge of Brad’s square jaw, he used his tongue to good effect, tracing along the younger man’s jaw, down his neck to the hollow of his throat, where he tarried for a moment, suckling gently. 

 

Brad was moaning loudly now, and brought his arms down to grasp Greg’s waist.  Growling, Greg stepped back, pulling his mouth away.  “No touching.”

 

“But….”

 

“You can touch Jeff when it’s your turn.”

 

“But I wanna touch you!” Brad pouted.

 

“Tough.”  His smirk returning, Greg stepped forward and bent to Brad’s broad chest, expertly tonguing each nipple to attention.  Finally releasing his mouth from Brad’s chest with an audible ‘pop’, he grinned down at his friend.  “Your turn.”

 

“I don’t think I can move!” Brad moaned.  But then he looked over at Jeff, who was leaning back against the tub’s edge, looking at him with bedroom eyes, and he found the energy from somewhere. 

 

As Brad moved over Jeff, Greg turned his attention to Drew.  The man’s eyes were absolutely riveted to what was going on just a few inches away, and his hands had disappeared suspiciously beneath the water.

 

“Not playing with anything you shouldn’t be, are you?” Greg challenged, one eyebrow raised.

 

Startled, Drew turned to him, guilt written plainly across his face.  “I was just scratching an itch.”

 

“Mm, and I bet I know just what that itch is, too.”  His grin was all teeth. 

 

Drew swallowed hard and looked away.  Soon, though, his attention was drawn back to Jeff, who was gasping loudly as Brad suckled his nipples, moving from one to the other as if trying to choose a favorite.

 

“Beautiful, aren’t they,” Greg remarked, still staring at Drew.  “Dark-haired, pale-skinned.  One furry, one smooth like silk.  Makes you want to fuck one and suck the other, doesn’t it.”

 

Drew actually honest-to-God whimpered, and Greg smothered a laugh behind a cough.  Mr. Carey was certainly broadening his horizons this night.

 

“Alright, Bradley,” Greg said finally.  “You’re going to make the poor boy come, and then where will we be?”

 

Pulling away from Jeff, Brad shot a dark glare at Greg.  “I was having fun.”

 

“I know you were.  But Drew’s feeling a little left out of things.”

 

“Hey!”

 

Greg cocked another eyebrow at Drew, and the man had the good grace to blush.  He turned back to Jeff.  “If you’ll be so kind?”

 

Smiling, Jeff turned to Drew, who quickly slid so that he was leaning back against the tub.  Jeff was very gentle with him, almost hesitant in his movements, giving him plenty of time and opportunity to back out if he needed to.  But Drew didn’t need to back out.  What he needed was Jeff’s mouth on his chest.  Right now.  He actually lifted his arms to force Jeff’s head when he remembered Greg’s admonition toward Brad, and stopped abruptly, sighing and waiting for whatever would come…which was going to be him, and soon, if Jeff didn’t stop doing whatever the fuck he was doing to his neck.

 

“Jesus Christ!” he bellowed as Jeff finally found his nipple and latched on, teeth grazing just enough to sting as his tongue did incredible things Drew never even fantasized about.

 

Greg and Brad broke down into gales of drunken laughter, leaning heavily against one another for support. 

 

After several moments, Jeff pulled away with a final lick and sat back down.  Drew sank back, completely dazed.  His head spun, and his cock throbbed.  “Holy mother,” he groaned, causing Greg and Brad to break out in laughter again.

 

“Guess Ryan didn’t get quite that far in the lesson plan, huh?” Greg finally asked when he had the breath for it.

 

“Fuck, no!”

 

Greg’s eyes suddenly gentled.  “Look, man, if you’re not quite at the point where you’re comfortable doing that to me, I understand.  We can just move along to Brad.”

 

“No, man, I’m cool. Let me just get a little bit back under control.”  His own gaze turned a little uncertain.  “Unless you don’t want me to…you know.  I mean, you probably got the short end of the stick, sitting next to me.”

 

Greg looked through the water at Drew’s surprisingly beautiful dick and grinned.  “Oh no, my man.  I don’t think I got that at all.  I’m totally game if you are.”

 

Drew blushed again, and Greg was reminded of the man as he saw him on stage, constantly searching out the others’ eyes, almost begging for their approval.  He felt his affection for Drew surge through him.  He really was a good person, despite his decidedly right-of-center political bent. 

 

Greg watched with surprising patience as Drew slowly approached him, licking his lips and still looking a bit unsure, a bit afraid.  Not of what he was going to do, Greg realized, but of failure.  “You’ll be fine,” he assured him.  “Now hurry up before I lose my hard-on.”

 

Drew’s eyes involuntarily darted down to said erection and he found himself with an almost overwhelming urge to touch it.  He’d never even thought about touching another man’s penis in his life, but there it was and he was just going to have to learn how to accept this part of himself.

 

Easing his way over to a waiting Greg, he placed his soft, small hands gently on the other man’s face and leaned in, initiating a kiss that was much less forced than his previous ones had been.  Greg opened to him eagerly and he fluttered his tongue inside, tasting whiskey and cigarettes, ordinarily not his most favorite combination, but on Greg, it seemed just right.  Like if a person were reduced to a simple taste, this would be Greg, drunk or not.  Drew found he liked that, and it surprised the hell out of him.

 

Eventually, he moved his lips away and down, mimicking the movements he’d seen the others make.  That was ok, more than ok, until he got to Greg’s chest.  Then it got decidedly weird.  Greg wasn’t a bear like Brad, but he wasn’t smooth like Ryan either, and that was the first strange part.  The second was the flatness of his chest, and the fact that there was nothing warm and soft to fondle and kiss as his mouth sought out a nipple. He didn’t know why that unsettled him so much.  It wasn’t like he didn’t know what he was getting into, or that he expected Greg to sprout breasts by the time he got down there, but there you had it. 

 

Greg noticed the change and almost pulled away.  Almost.  Then Drew’s warm, soft lips molded around his nipple and his teeth bit down, and Greg was in the stratosphere.  Hissing, he threw his head back and went along for the ride as Drew attacked him with fervor.  On the very cusp of grabbing his own cock and pumping away—and the way he felt right now, it wouldn’t take much—Greg gasped and gently urged Drew’s head away. 

 

Drew looked up at him, confused and a little hurt.  Greg smirked.  “My game was getting ready to end prematurely, if you get what I’m saying.”

 

That seemed to penetrate, and Drew smiled.  “So, I didn’t suck?”

 

“Only in the best of ways, man.”

 

Nodding, Drew moved to sit, only to be waved back up by Brad, who was already standing.  “I think this next bit will be audience participation.  I don’t think I can take watching anymore.”  He waved the others up and in a circle.  “Ok, hearken back if you will to the days of yore, when the locker room was your friend.”

 

Greg laughed.  Jeff grinned.  Drew looked confused.

 

Brad shook his head.  “Think of it as the Hokey Pokey, Drew.  With only one step.  Well, maybe two.”

 

Drew still looked confused.

 

Brad sighed.  “You put your right hand in,” he sung, demonstrating by ducking his right hand under the water and grabbing gently onto Jeff’s erection.  It was only when Jeff grabbed Drew’s that he finally understood.

 

 “A circle jerk?”

 

“Man catches on quick!” Greg quipped, turning his pelvis slightly so that Drew would ‘catch on’ to something else as well.  He sighed with pleasure when that happened, though it was a little strange as well, since Drew’s hands were small, and soft as a woman’s.  “I think we can skip right to the ‘shake it all about’ part of this exercise, yes?”

 

Brad grinned at him as he felt Greg’s hand encircle his shaft and tug slightly.  “Exactly what I was thinking.” 

 

“If anyone gets close,” Greg warned, “back off.  We’ve still got more fun things to do.”

 

The small car was then filled with the soft moans and gasps of four men as they fondled one another and were fondled in turn.  Greg leaned to his right and began kissing Brad deeply.  Jeff didn’t even wait but turned instead to his right and met Drew halfway.

 

After little more than a minute, Drew gasped and stepped away.  Jeff released him immediately.  The others stared.  “Hey, new guy, remember?” he retorted, blushing slightly.  “I haven’t been getting it as regularly as you sluts, so give me a break, alright?”

 

Greg rolled his eyes, releasing his firm grip on Brad.  “Fine,” he sighed.  “I think it’s time to change things up a bit.  Do you mind, Jeff?”

 

Jeff grinned.  “Not at all. What do you have in mind?”

 

“Well, I’ve seen the way you and Bradley over here have been trading glances all night, so….”  He smirked.  “How’d you like to take yourself a little taste?”

 

Jeff pursed his lips, appearing deep in thought.  But his eyes were twinkling and his smile, when it finally reappeared, was like sunshine.  “That’d be very doable.”

 

Greg cocked an eyebrow at Brad who, grinning wildly, eased up and parked his ass on the tub’s rim, spreading his legs wide and patting his thighs in invitation.  Jeff stepped immediately between them and leaned forward to capture Brad’s lips in a deep, passion-filled kiss while his hands were busy gliding along the thick, hard shaft pressing hotly against his lower chest.  Brad moaned loudly and tangled his hands in Jeff’s thick, black hair as his hips began to move across the wet fiberglass in a slow, undulating motion.  “Fuck!  Jeff!” he cried, pulling away and panting.  “I’ll never last if you keep doing that!”

 

Jeff grinned.  “Then let’s get down to business, shall we?”  Pressing kisses along Brad’s neck and chest, he situated himself on his knees on the seat, spreading them until he was at the perfect height.  “Oh,” he purred, “this is nice.”  Using one hand to cup Brad’s heavy scrotum, he kept the other still at the base of his erection and used his tongue to taste the man at different points along his shaft and head.  He tasted wonderful, clean and musky and very masculine.  And the sounds Brad was making were driving him absolutely to the brink.  At the end of a long, wet lick, he engulfed the head, delighting in the taste of the liquid already beading there.

 

“Sweet mother!” Brad gasped, his hands grasping the edge of the tub’s lip so hard that his knuckles whitened.  “Do that again!”

 

Chuckling deep in his throat, Jeff obliged, then took him almost to his base.  Brad’s eyes rolled back in his head and he hung on for dear life.

 

Greg looked over at a nearly salivating Drew.  “I want something a little different from you, if you’re game.”

 

Drew blinked, then turned his attention to Greg, who smiled slowly and turned, bending over to rest his elbows on the lip of the tub next to Brad.  Drew cleared his throat.  “Are you…sure?  I mean, I…um…I’ve never….”

 

“Done this before, yeah, I know,” Greg replied, eyeing him from over one shoulder.  “But I think you probably have the mechanics of the thing down already, right?”  His grin turned to a smirk.  “Just find the hole and push, baby.”

 

On legs that seemed to be suddenly missing their knee joints, Drew walked over to Greg and stood behind him, not quite touching.  “You’re sure.”

 

“Would you frigging come on already?  I’m about to get off just watching those two, and I’d like to have a little fun myself before that happens.”  Consciously relaxing both his temper and his body, he turned again over his shoulder.  “Look, Drew, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure.  I want you to fuck me.  So c’mon.  Do it.”

 

Taking in a deep breath, Drew let it out slowly, and closed the small distance remaining between them.  His hands landed on Greg’s back, and he smoothed his palms up and down the wet, warm flesh before gliding over his hips and cupping the cheeks of his ass.  Taking in another breath, he gently spread them apart and positioned himself at Greg’s entrance.  With a soft sigh, he pushed forward and found himself engulfed in a hot, tight space that was so much different than what he was used to, he almost came on the spot. 

 

“Very nice,” Greg purred, arching his back just like a cat.  “Now, let’s see what you can do with it, hmm?”

 

“I don’t even know if I can move,” Drew replied honestly.  “It feels…too good.”

 

“Try.”

 

Grasping Greg by the hips, he began to move, slowly at first, trying to get used to the sensation.  Greg would have none of that, however, and began thrusting back onto him with a vengeance.  “Harder, man!  Come on!  Harder!”

 

Gritting his teeth, Drew did as ordered, thrusting into Greg with a will.  The feeling was…beyond incredible with Greg so hot and so tight around him, taking him in so easily and demanding more.  His hands gripped Greg’s flanks more tightly as he let his own hips fly free.  Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead and rolled down, stinging his eyes.  He moved faster still, slamming into Greg with all his might, the water roiling between them.  His orgasm snuck up on him and he grunted in surprise, pouring himself into Greg and shuddering from head to toe. 

 

“I’m sorry,” he gasped finally, slipping free and pulling away.  “I didn’t know I’d go off that quick.”

 

“That’s ok, man,” Greg replied, straightening, turning, and hugging Drew briefly.  “It was a damn nice ride while it lasted.”

 

“But you didn’t….”

 

Greg grinned.  “I’ll get mine, don’t you worry about that.”  He slid in behind Jeff, who was currently teasing Brad beyond the point of all reason, taking him to the very brink of coming and holding him there without effort.  Brad’s whole body was in spasm, and his dark head was shaking back and forth, back and forth, the tendons in his neck standing out starkly against his wet skin.

 

Feeling Greg behind him, Jeff smiled around the cock in his mouth and immediately thrust his hips out and back, offering himself to the man behind him.  Greg, who didn’t need to be told once, let alone twice, immediately got down to the business of fucking, spreading Jeff wide and plunging inside with one long thrust.  Jeff groaned in pleasure, then groaned again as Greg’s hand snaked over his hip and grabbed hold of him, stroking him firmly as he began to move within.

 

Brad managed to pry his eyes open as Jeff finally, blessedly, took him into his mouth again.  The sight of Greg fucking the man sucking him was almost enough to bring him over the edge, and he suddenly found himself with the desperate need to kiss his sometime lover.  Using the strength of his arms, he leaned forward as much as he could, beckoning Greg with his eyes.  Greg got the hint and accepted it, leaning forward also.  Their lips met and melded over Jeff’s bobbing head, tongues battling, groaning loudly into each other’s open mouths. 

 

“Oh, fuck!” Brad gasped, pulling away slightly.  “Jeff, I’m gonna….”

 

Growling, Greg used his free hand to grab Brad by the hair and bring their mouths back together.  Brad went off like a rocket, emptying himself into Jeff, his loud cries likewise being swallowed by Greg.   When, at long last, he was done, he almost knocked himself out when he fell flat on his back on the hard surface of the floor.  “Holy fuck!!”

 

“Grab the rail, man,” Greg grunted to Jeff, who drew his mouth away from Brad. “We’re gonna take a ride.”

 

Jeff did as instructed, changing his position just a bit, and gasping when Greg started hitting the target with regularity.  His eyes closed tightly as he tried to fight off what he knew was coming, but it was a futile effort.  “My turn,” he breathed and, with a soft whimper, came into the hot, swirling water surrounding him.

 

Greg released him, then grabbed onto his hip and drove himself in hard, letting loose a string of curses with every strong, smooth thrust into the young, tight body beneath him.  It wasn’t more than a minute later when he, too, lost his battle and came hard, swearing a blue streak as he found release deep inside Jeff.  Pulling away, he stumbled over to the built in bench and sat down heavily, leaning against Jeff’s still shaking body as he tried to recover.  Across from him, Drew was already out, his head lolling back against the lip of the tub, his snores loud enough to wake the dead.  Brad was out, too. 

 

“Think we should wake ‘em?”  Jeff asked, finally calm enough to speak.

 

“Nah.  They’ll only get pissy.  C’mon.”  Weakly, they helped one another out of the tub, dripping all over the already soaked floor.  Greg pressed the button to drain the thing so that Drew wouldn’t wind up drowning himself in it.  Suddenly too weak to do anything more, he flopped down next to Brad.  Jeff stretched out along beside him, resting his head on Greg’s chest.

 

Seconds later, everyone was asleep.  And the train rolled on.

 

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TBC...