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If I had an OT4, this would be them. Since I don't, this is just a fantasy.

Title: FOUR!!
Pairing: Ryan/Colin/Jeff/Greg
Rating: NC-17 for mansex. Happy Masturbation Month!
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't want to own, don't sue, all fiction.
Author's notes: PWP.

Slinging an arm over Colin’s shoulders, Jeff pinched the cigarette out of the older man’s mouth, took a drag, then butted it in the sand-filled ashtray just outside the elevators.

“I just lit that,” Colin complained, but his heart wasn’t really into it. They’d just finished a show, their best one of the weekend thus far, and he was in a fine mood.

Jeff just gave him a smug grin, and answering the question in Colin’s eyes, said, “I’ve been asked to escort you to your room for the evening’s entertainment.”

“Entertainment?” Colin asked, stepping aboard the empty elevator once the doors opened for him. “What kind of entertainment?”

“Alas,” Jeff replied, slipping into a deliberately poor British accent, “I am not privy to my Lord’s orders. I am only bade follow them.”

“Your Lord, hmm?” Colin said, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“For tonight, yes,” Jeff confirmed.

With a soft ‘ding’, the lift came to a smooth stop and the doors opened to reveal the two penthouse suites that filled the topmost floor of this wing of the casino. His arm still casually slung over Colin’s shoulder, Jeff led them toward the one Colin shared with Ryan. The other, whose door was at the other end of the very long hallway, was occupied by Drew and his date(s) for the evening.

Lifting en eyebrow, Colin slipped his keycard from the back pocket of his chinos and slid it through the lock, turning the handle when all three lights showed green.

The first room, made up to look like a living room with four expensive leather couches and a truly amazing theater-style entertainment system, was dimly lit and welcoming. The next room, not lit at all, was an office space, filled with state of the art computers and peripherals, all securely bolted into the heavy duty, but still attractive, furniture.

The third room was the suite’s piece-de-resistance. A truly massive hottub bubbled merrily away, fresh rose petals scattered carelessly over the surface of the steaming water. Across from that, and down two steps was the enormous bed with mirrors cleverly placed to give a view of whatever activities might be happening from every angle.

This room was lit only by candles, and it was here where the two men found Ryan. He was sitting comfortably in a wing-back chair facing the bed. His bright red button down, which he’d worn for the show, was still on, but completely unbuttoned, allowing tantalizing glimpses of his tanned, hairless skin as the flickering light from the candles teased the sight of the onlookers. His pleasingly rumpled khaki cargo shorts, which he hadn’t worn to the show, were slung low on his hips, showing the faintest hint of the beginnings of the wiry trail that pointed in the direction of paradise. His legs were splayed wide, and he had a sweating bottle of beer in his hand.

Lifting his head, he smiled at them both, his lips wet and red from the beer he’d been drinking. “Hi,” he said softly.

“Hey,” Colin replied, while Jeff simply nodded and removed his arm.

“I guess you’re wondering why I asked you to come up here.”

“Oh,” Colin answered, “I’ve got a pretty good idea why I’m up here. I’m just not too sure why Jeff’s up here, too.”

“Well,” Ryan replied, clearing his throat, “that sort of goes hand in hand with a favor I wanted to ask you.”

“I’m listening.”

Ryan looked down at the ground, flushing slightly. This really pricked Colin’s interest, since the man rarely blushed. “I’ve…kind of…been thinking about this for awhile, and well, no time like the present, right?”

“For what?” Colin asked.

Lifting his head again, Ryan looked Colin square in the eyes. “I want you and Jeff to get it on. And I want to watch.”

Colin swallowed hard, but kept his face carefully neutral. He’d known about Ryan’s carefully concealed voyeuristic streak for years, and knew that some day, it would come to this. He supposed he should be thankful that it wasn’t with some stranger they’d picked up at the bar or something.

He looked over at Jeff, whose bedroom eyes and enticing smile answered any questions he might have had on that particular subject. The man was most definitely interested.

“What about Greg?” Colin asked finally. Jeff and Greg had been lovers for a long time, and he was damned if he was going to step in between that just to fulfill one of Ryan’s fantasies. Hell, he would pick up a stranger before he’d do that.

“Oh,” Ryan said casually, “he’ll be along.” He held up a hand. “And before you ask, yes, he knows. He’s the one who suggested it, actually.”

“I don’t know,” Colin said slowly. “I mean, all else aside, yeah, I’d jump into bed with Jeff in a heartbeat, but I’ve seen too many of these things turn bad quickly. And Greg’s my best friend. I don’t want to lose that friendship because I had sex with his boyfriend. And you,” he said, pointing to Ryan, “I know how jealous you get when I just look at another person. I don’t know how you’d take it actually seeing me having sex with one.”

Ryan smiled. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Col.”

“You don’t think. But you don’t know.”

The smile faded a little. “Then I guess you’re just gonna have to trust me, Col.”

Colin sighed. It always came down to trust, which he supposed was a good thing, since Ryan had never, in all the years they’d known one another, let him down in the trust department. He was still worried about Greg, however.

As if reading his mind, Jeff grasped Colin’s bicep and squeezed. He smiled as Colin turned to face him. “And you’ll have to trust me that Greg will be fine with this. I know you haven’t known me as long as the others, but please trust me that I won’t fuck up the best thing in my life for a roll in the hay, Colin. It’s my heart at stake, too.”

Finally, Colin nodded. The others grinned widely. The Canadian held up a hand. “If this starts getting weird, we stop. Immediately. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Ryan and Jeff answered together.

“Okay, then.” He turned to Jeff. “How do you want to start this.”

Jeff thought for a moment. “Well…we’ve been running around on stage all night. How about we take a bath?”

Colin smiled. “Sounds like a very good idea, Mr. Davis.”

“I thought you’d agree, Mr. Mochrie. After you.”

Carefully avoiding looking at one another, both men stripped down to their birthday suits and slipped into the steaming hot water of the tub. Washcloths, sponges, soap and other essentials were readily available, and both men wasted no time in scrubbing the accumulated sweat and grime from their bodies.

Then Jeff grinned sweetly at Colin, holding up a freshly lathered hand sponge. “I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine.”

Never one to turn down a good back scrubbing, Colin willingly slid into the space made by Jeff’s widely splayed legs. The sponge was slightly scratchy and Colin moaned deep in his throat in appreciation. Jeff smiled, enjoying his task of cleaning and massaging Colin’s long, leanly muscled back, and those moans he was receiving were starting to get him hot. An idea popped into his head, and his smile broadened.

“If you liked that,” he said, “you’re really going to like this.”

Sliding the well-lathered sponge slyly over Colin’s hip, he grasped the older man’s half-hard erection and began to stroke, gently at first, then with more force and speed as the cock in his hand firmed and lengthened. “Very impressive, Mr. Mochrie,” he said. “Very impressive indeed.”

Blushing scarlet, Colin broke away and switched their positions, slipping on his own sponge glove and lathering it up. He gave back what he’d been given, with interest, and by the time they were done, the two men were half gone, and panting heavily.

Still in his chair, Ryan looked on through glittering eyes, a new bottle of beer in his hand and a suspicious tent in his cargo shorts.

As one, the two men rose from the tub, stepped out, water streaming down their bodies, and wrapped towels around their waists. Then they appropriated a second towel and dried off as best they could.

Then, almost primly, they stepped down to the bed and stood before Ryan, smiling identical smiles at him.

“What…” Ryan cleared his throat. “What’s with the towels?”

“We want to watch, too,” Colin answered, head slightly cocked in that way he had.

Smirking, Ryan unbuttoned and unzipped his cargos and his fully erect penis emerged on its own. Both men licked their lips at the sight, and without realizing it, Colin moved closer until Ryan’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Uh-uh. No touching. You touch each other. I touch me. That’s the way it goes.”

After a moment, Colin shrugged and turned to Jeff. “Sounds good to me.”

“You got that right,” Jeff replied, grinning.

Just then, soft beeping heralded Greg’s entrance. The faint frown on his face turned into a leering grin as he finally crossed into the bedroom and saw his lover and best friend mostly naked, and Ryan with his cock hanging out of his pants, swinging in the metaphorical breeze.

“Groovy,” he said. “I’m glad I didn’t miss the party.” His attitude put Colin immediately at ease, and he finally allowed himself to really feel what was happening and what was going to happen. His cock got even harder, and his balls throbbed with pleasure and anticipation.

“Well,” Greg continued, beginning to strip, “let’s get this little show started, huh?”

“Not until you’ve had a bath, Mr. Stinky,” Jeff said, pretending to fan the air in front of his face.

“How come he doesn’t have to have one?” Greg pouted, pointing at Ryan.

“He’s flying solo this trip out,” Colin explained. “It is the Merry Month of Masturbation, after all.”

“It scares me that you know that, Col. It really does.”

Chuckling, Colin watched as Greg continued to strip as he made his way toward the hottub, his clothes tossed hither and yon. He then slipped into the still hot water and proceeded to take the quickest bath in the history of mankind outside the military, came out, toweled dry, and wrapped another towel loosely around his waist.

“So,” he said, sauntering over to the other three, “where were we?”

“Nowhere, yet,” Jeff said with a bit of exasperation in his voice.

“Are you planning on watching or participating?” Colin asked.

“I think I’ll just play it by ear,” Greg said after a moment. Turning toward the bed, he slid in at its head and rearranged the myriad of pillows so that he was leaning, like a Sultan, against the backrest. “You may begin when ready, my lovelies.”

“I’m not sure I’m too keen on this performing on demand thing,” Colin murmured into Jeff’s ear as he stepped close into an embrace.

“Forget they’re even here,” Jeff murmured back, darting his tongue across Colin’s lips. “I’ll help you forget all about them.”

As a hand caught and squeezed him firmly through his towel, Colin said in a shuddering voice, “You’re doing a pretty good job so far.”

Jeff smirked. “It’s only going to get better, I assure you.”

Cupping his free hand around the back of Colin’s neck, he brought the other man in for a kiss. Lips met and merged, gaining purchase and then slipping away as tongues darted out to moisten them. They met again, mouths open, teeth nipping and tugging, tongues thrusting and tasting.

Their bodies rocked against one another, desperate for friction. Colin’s hands came up through the light scattering of soft chest hair to play at Jeff’s nipples, pinching and rolling them until they were as hard as diamonds and deeply red.

Removing his hand from Colin’s cock, Jeff returned the favor, fingers tugging at the Canadian’s chest hair as he attacked his nipples until the other man was moaning and trembling beneath his fingers. “You taste so good,” he murmured against Colin’s mouth as their kiss finally broke.

“So do you,” Colin replied, reaching down and pulling the edges of Jeff’s towel away to expose the treasures hidden beneath. With a growl, he pressed his hands to Jeff’s chest and pushed. Wide-eyed, Jeff fell backwards, landing on the bed. Greg hooked him under the arms and pulled him practically atop his own body, his erection digging hard into Jeff’s lower back.

Still growling, Colin released his own towel and crawled onto the bed like a predator stalking its prey. He pressed Jeff’s legs wider apart then took him, with no warning at all, fully into his mouth.

“Oh God! Colin!” Jeff cried out, twisting in Greg’s sure grip.

In the chair, Ryan was grinning, his hand very lightly and very slowly stroking his cock as his eyes were riveted to the action going on in front of him.

Back on the bed, Colin attacked Jeff’s erection like a starving man being given food for the first time. He displayed none of the subtlety for which he was known, instead taking the whole enchilada down his throat and bringing Jeff to the brink time after time, but refusing to let him climax, leaving the man a quivering mass of sexual frustration.

Easing the younger man’s cock out of his mouth, Colin crawled over top of him, bent down low, and growled, “I’m going to fuck you,” before kissing him hard on the lips.

“God, yes!” Jeff gasped, which was followed quickly by a gasp from the man beneath him.

Unhooking one arm from around Jeff’s chest, Greg scrabbled for the lube sitting on the bedside stand. Uncapping it, he drizzled a generous amount on his fingers, coating them. “Let me prepare him for you, Col,” Greg said, and Colin nodded, his hand idly going to his own cock and stroking in unconscious imitation of Ryan.

Lifting his lover with his knees, Greg reached down between their bodies and stroked his well-lubed fingers along Jeff’s crack, rimming his entrance before plunging in the way he knew Jeff liked it. The keening wail he got told him he’d been right yet again, and he smirked, crossing glances with Colin, and then with Ryan. Man, he thought to himself as he watched the two men stroke themselves in exact mirror image, they even do it when they’re jerking off. Major freak-out city, man. Totally.

When he felt Jeff’s muscles begin to relax against his fingers, he carefully added two more, stretching him carefully. Colin was a good bit thicker and longer than he was, and he didn’t want his lover being unintentionally injured in the pursuit of pleasure. Jeff gasped again.

“Are you alright?” Greg murmured in his ear.

“Yeah,” Jeff replied, panting. “Just…so open.”

“Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“Hell no. It feels damn good.”

“Good.” A few more strokes until Greg was sure Jeff was good and open. “You ready to get fucked?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Looking up at Colin, Greg nodded, and the Canadian came up on his knees and moved forward, his cock leading the way. “Lift his ass a little higher, Greg,” Colin softly ordered, and Greg did so, getting his lover at the perfect height for what Colin wanted to do.

Gently grasping Jeff’s hips, Colin positioned his cock at the other man’s entrance and, catching and holding his darkened gaze, pressed surely and firmly inside. Jeff hissed in absolute pleasure and tried to move, but found himself pinned quite effectively by Colin above him and Greg beneath.

Once assured that Jeff was in no pain, Colin began to smoothly ease forward, feeling for resistance and finding none. Long seconds later, he was fully sheathed and Jeff’s eyes rolled right to the back of his head. He had never been so filled before, and the feeling was exhilarating.

He could feel every single millimeter of Colin’s molten cock inside him; the thick, ropy veins, the valleys and ridges, the fat, weeping head pressed so tightly against his prostate, driving him wild, all of it.

He still liked what Greg had to offer just fine—he didn’t think he could take something this big on a daily basis—but he was bound and determined to enjoy it while he had it.

Then Colin began to pull back, as slowly and as smoothly as when he’d entered, until just the head was left inside. He caught and held Jeff’s eyes again. “You ok?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Unbelievably,” Jeff answered.

Colin simply nodded and began to push back in, adding a little force and speed to his efforts.

“Oh, GOD, Colin, that’s it!” Jeff cried after his prostate was hit dead square on. “That’s it! Fuck me, man. Fuck me!”

“Hold on, Range Rider,” Colin murmured. “I’ll get you there.”

“Please! Fuck me!”

Pulling out, Colin pushed back in hard enough to shove Jeff hard into Greg and Greg hard into the pillows he’d lined up against the headboard. Greg yelped as his cock slid along the small crease along Jeff’s hip and he damn near came from that alone.

“Spread him wider, Greg,” Colin grunted, and Greg threw his own hips wide, flipping Jeff’s legs over his own.

It was then that Colin really began to bear down, throwing the full weight of his strength into his thrusts and shoving both men against one another and the headboard behind him. Greg was getting a ride he hadn’t intended, and what a ride it was. He just held on tight and went with it.

When Colin’s arms began to tremble with exertion, he came down on his elbows, laying his cheek down on Jeff’s sweaty chest, licking at the salt and skin and grunting harshly with each stroke of his cock into Jeff’s hot tightness.

Greg, meanwhile, knowing his lover’s body well enough to recognize the signs of an upcoming release, eased his lubed hand in between the two bodies above his and grabbed hold of Jeff’s dick, tugging and pulling it hard, the way he knew his partner preferred. Seconds later, Jeff was done for, screaming out his orgasm to the world.

Colin propped himself back up on his hands and continued driving into the writhing body until he, too, felt his climax nearing. Greg let go of Jeff’s softening cock and instead, fumbled around until he reached Colin’s heavy balls. He hefted them in his palm, then squeezed them in time with Colin’s movements until, with a long, groaning sigh, the man came deep in the body of Greg’s lover.

A split second after that, Ryan somehow made it to his feet, his hand a blur over his own cock, and exploded all over Colin’s ass and legs. Greg, at the very edge himself, took himself to hand, and in only two pulls through his clenched fist, he was coming against the small of Jeff’s back.

The four men fell into a contented heap on the bed, naturally pairing off with their own lover, yet still keeping a connection with the others. Colin lazily stroked Jeff’s soaked hair as Greg flipped a leg over Colin and Ryan’s entwined calves.

“We’ll have to do that again sometime,” Greg commented, yawning.

“Later,” Jeff said. “My ass gonna be out of commission for awhile.” He looked up into Colin’s eyes in mock accusation. Colin gave him the eyes, and Jeff grinned sweetly back.

“Nah,” Colin said. “We’ll just let Ryan do Greg and we’ll watch.”

Ryan and Greg grinned at one another, winked, and the whole group promptly fell asleep.

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*Copies and pastes it for my crackfic foursome sex scene* :P

Very hot :)

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[FIC] FOUR!!

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