Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Eric Bennett/Kyle Swift, Cliff Marlow | Cliff Mearleau/Eric Bennett/Kyle Swift

Characters:

Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau, Eric Bennett, Kyle Swift

Additional Tags:

Threesome - M/M/M, Power Exchange, Light Bondage, Power Play, Orgasm Edging, Blow Jobs, Blindfolds, Anal Plug, Bisexual Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau, Monsieur Marleau loves Paris, Cliff/Eric/Kyle Sandwich, No beta we die like Eric's marriage, Under-negotiated Kink, Slight Voyeurism, switch dynamics

Language:

English

Series:

Part 4 of The Talented Mr. Marleau

Stats:

Published: 2026-05-14 Words: 6,017 Chapters: 1/1

Fifteen Minutes

Summary

Cliff Marleau likes to believe he’s everyone’s first threesome, but sometimes that isn’t the case.

OR: Kyle and Eric have done this before, and they’re more than happy to prove it.

Notes

The Boston raiders were on a tear this season, and tonight was no exception.  They’d destroyed the Admirals 5 -2 this evening, and the few players who were milling around The Kingfisher tonight didn’t even look winded from the game.  Eric liked having them here; it had become a sort of tradition in the league for visiting teams to stop by their bar for a drink after the game.

He wished they’d stop calling it “the gay hockey bar”, but hey, he’d take the win where he could get it. 

Kyle stood behind the bar, easily holding court to a mix of players and fans.  He moved quickly, opening beers, mixing cocktails, and convincing groups of people that they “definitely needed a shot”.  He sat quietly in a booth off to the side, admiring the way his boyfriend controlled the room. 

Cliff Marleau was in the bar tonight, just as he was every time Boston was in town.  He was a loyal patron, an excellent tipper, and a tremendous flirt.  Kryptonite for Kyle and amusement for Eric.   He watched Cliff saunter to the bar and wave Kyle down, leaning over the bar and saying something that made Kyle laugh.  Kyle’s eyes searched the room and found Eric’s. He gave a glance at Cliff and then a subtle shrug of his shoulders.  

Eric knew the question Kyle was asking, but he had no idea what the answer was.  He gave his own answering shrug to Kyle and took a sip of the mocktail in front of him, continuing to watch Kyle chat with Cliff over the bar.

There was some more talk back and forth, more laughing, more leaning.  Eric observed it all as if he were watching a tennis match, the conversation flying back and forth between two masters of the craft. He wondered who would win; he wondered what they were playing for if not just for sheer love of the game. 

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, and he stood, walking to the bar to stand next to Cliff. It took Cliff a moment to register Eric standing next to him, too engrossed in conversation with Kyle.  The two of them were talking about some new band that they both liked, joking easily with smiles on their faces.  It just bordered on the edge of flirting, nothing overly salacious.  Kyle’s preferred tone with patrons.  As the bar owner, he was always thrilled to have such a charismatic bartender.  As the bartender’s boyfriend, he was always amused by Kyle’s friendliness and intrigued by his flirting.

“Bennett, almost missed you lurking there,” Cliff said, turning to face Eric and taking a slow sip of his beer.  

Cliff Marleau was exactly two inches taller than Eric, and he was using every single one of them and peering down at Eric through his lashes with a knowing smirk on his face.  

“Marleau, thanks for coming by. Great game tonight.” Eric told him with a smile and a glance at Kyle. 

“Thanks, man, probably wouldn’t have had that second goal if you’d still been in the net,” Cliff said, like it was a concession.

“Would’ve been a shutout if I were still there,” Eric mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.  He’d been retired for over two years now, but the competitive edge still ran through him time to time when the Admirals lost.  He couldn’t help it. 

“Maybe a few years ago in your prime,” Cliff said with a laugh, “You’re an old man now,” he added, and then he gave Eric a slow once-over, his eyes scanning Eric from head to toe, “Still looking good though”.

At that comment, Kyle’s eyes caught his from behind the bar, his eyebrows nearly meeting his hairline with the height they rose to.  Eric only smiled back; no words were needed with Kyle for this.  They had a routine down to a science.

“We close in about thirty minutes,” Eric said to Cliff, his tone even. 

It was the first time Eric had ever seen Marleau look unsteady, cautious like he’d overstepped.

“Right, of course,” Cliff said with a forced smile, glancing back at Kyle apologetically, like he was being kicked out.

Kyle picked up where Eric had left off, “Why don't you hang around a little after we close. We can give you a ride.”

“A ride?” Cliff questioned, his face twisting in confusion and intrigue.

“To your hotel, or to our townhouse —your choice,” Kyle said with a grin before turning his back on Eric and Cliff and returning to the other side of the bar to fill a few final drink orders before last call. 

Cliff turned to Eric with wide eyes. “Did your boyfriend just proposition me?” he asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Cliff, “ Eric said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Kyle didn’t proposition you.”

“Oh, I—” Cliff started, but Eric cut him off.

“Kyle and I propositioned you,” He said with a grin, “just to be very clear.  Think about it,” he said before rejoining a group of remaining Admiral players with a smile and leaving a dumbfounded Cliff Marleau in his wake. 

At 2 a.m., the bar emptied.  Eric watched Kyle start wiping down the bar casually as the players and other patrons filtered out the door. All except one.

Cliff Marleau stood by the door, after murmuring a quick excuse to his teammates who left him behind easily, like they’d done many times before.  They probably had. Cliff had quite the reputation in the MLH. 

Eric approached him by the door, “Are you coming back with us then?”

Cliff seemed to have regained some of the confidence that had faltered before. “I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t, now would I?”

“No, I suppose not.” 

Thirty minutes later, the three of them walked into Eric and Kyle’s townhome.  It was late, or early technically, but Eric had grown somewhat accustomed to the abnormal hour he and Kyle now kept as they centered their lives around The Kingfisher.  He expected that Cliff must be tired, playing a hockey game and then spending hours at a bar afterward, but that didn;t seem to be the case.

Cliff seemed alert and curious, walking down the hallway of their home and glancing at the artwork on the walls in appreciation.

“You have a nice place,” he said appreciatively, stopping at the large blue and black canvas Eric had purchased soon after meeting Kyle for the first time.

“Thank you,” Eric said, trailing after him, taking in his own townhome through Cliff’s eyes.

“I don’t usually go to other people’s homes for sex, it’s a little odd for me —being here,” Cliff said bluntly, getting straight to the point.

Eric gestured for Cliff to climb the stairs towards the kitchen, and he did so effortlessly, like he’d been here a hundred times before, completely at ease with his surroundings. 

When they reached the kitchen, Kyle offered Cliff water, which he graciously accepted, leaning against the counter and facing both of them.

“So, we should probably set some ground rules for this.  I’d usually set up some boundaries in advance, but this came as a bit of a shock. So first of all —” he paused, looking at Eric and Kyle in confusion.

Eric attempted to stifle the grin he knew was making its way across his face.  He couldn’t help it, though.  Kyle seemed to be making no effort to hide his own amusement. 

“I’m missing something,” Cliff said, glancing between the two men with skepticism.  “Is this not a sex thing? Have I misread?”

Kyle took pity on him first. “No, it’s a sex thing for sure, Cliff, but it’s not our first rodeo.  Eric and I have invited others to join us before.  You don't have to run through the full sales pitch for us.  As cute as it is.”

Cliff’s cheeks flamed pink at that, and he looked taken aback, like he never considered the possibility that he wouldn’t be a part of our couple’s first threesome. 

“Oh,” he said with wide eyes, “wow, I guess I’ve never had this happen.”

Eric smiled despite himself. “Yeah, we can tell.”

“Okay then, I guess you’re the experienced one today.  Where do you typically like to start?” Cliff said, changing avenues.  He looked amused, like this was a fun change in pace for him, and Eric couldn’t deny that his enthusiasm was attractive.  

He and Kyle had tried a lot of things in the few years they’d been together.  They’d invited a third about four different times now, and Eric couldn’t deny that he liked it.  He’d expected to feel a sort of fierce jealousy over Kyle, but instead found it ridiculously hot.  He loved watching Kyle in his element, easily commanding a room, flirtation personified.  

They hadn’t done it enough times to have a perfected routine, but when Kyle had caught Eric’s eyes across the bar earlier tonight, he’d figured they’d end up here with Cliff.  Some things just made sense like that.

“Let’s go upstairs to the bedroom,” Eric decided, glancing at Cliff one last time, ensuring he was really participating in this.  It was one thing to hear the rumors of his more eccentric “endeavors” and another to experience them himself.

“After you,” Cliff said with a grin, and Eric led him and Kyle up the two flights of stairs to the primary bedroom. 

Once inside the large room, Eric turned to Cliff with a grin. “Still interested?”

Cliff swallowed once. “Very.”

Eric closed the distance between them, placing a single hand against Cliff’s chest and giving him the lightest push.  The motion set him against Eric, who had slipped behind Cliff. He was trapped between them, looking slightly out of his depth—and that had Eric turned on beyond belief.

He leaned forward, bringing his lips to Cliff's and pulling their bodies closer together, one hand on Cliff’s hip and another around the back of his head. Cliff let Eric kiss him for a few moments; that’s the only way he could really describe it: Cliff letting him. Because a moment later the kiss changed, Cliff wrenching back control, and Eric realized he wasn’t so easily instructed. 

Eric didn’t need to open his eyes to know Kyle’s hungry gaze was on him, and he’d bet all the cash in his wallet that Kyle had his hand on his cock.  As much as Eric enjoyed watching Kyle work his magnetic allure, Kyle enjoyed watching Eric with other guys even more.  

There were times when Kyle got a little possessive, and Eric loved it. 

Eric pulled back from Cliff, and sure enough, Kyle’s hungry gaze was locked on him.  He gave Kyle a minuscule nod of his head, prompting him to pick up the next part of their dance. 

“Cliff - can I call you Cliff?” Kyle clarified.

Cliff turned to him, “Cliff is fine, so is Marleau, I don't have a preference.”

“Great,” Kyle said, “So Cliff,” Kyle ran his hands down Cliff’s arm. “Do you have any hard limits?”

Cliff’s eyebrows shot up. Whatever he was expecting Kyle to say, it wasn’t that. 

Kyle misread the surprise, “Sorry, hard limits are—”

“I know what hard limits are, “ Cliff interrupted, “I just haven’t ever been on the receiving end of that question, I think.”

He seemed to mull it over for a moment, and Eric wasn’t sure if he was mulling over Kyle’s question or mulling over the loss of control - possibly both. 

“I’m sure I could come up with a more concrete list if I had it in front of me, but off the top of my head, no anal penetration and no knife play.” 

The second bit made Kyle’s eyebrows raise, and Eric felt like he was watching another match between them, who could out-shock the other. Kyle recovered quickly. “What a shame, I just sharpened my blades.” 

“Sorry to disappoint,” Cliff deadpanned back.

“I think we can work with that,” Eric said before they went back and forth like that for half the night.  “Do you have a safe word? Kyle and I like to use the traffic light system.”

“Traffic lights work for me,” Cliff said with a grin. 

“Okay,” Kyle says, “are you okay being blindfolded?”

This time, Cliff doesn’t show any surprise, “Sure, should I take my clothes off first, or not yet?”

“Clothes off sounds great to me. What do you think, Eric?”

Eric swallowed, liking that idea a little too much, “Sure.”

Cliff wasted no time in pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. Kyle and Eric just watched the display in front of them, half mesmerized by the show in front of them.  Cliff thrived on the attention, unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper in a slow drag that was not completely necessary.  Eric wasn’t going to complain as Cliff dropped the pants to the floor, stepping out of them in only his briefs.  

He raised an eyebrow and toyed with the band of his briefs, his cock outlined through the fabric. “These off too, or leave a little something for later?”

“Leave them on,” Kyle said, pulling off his own clothing to match Cliff.  Eric did the same until all three men were standing in only their briefs, and socks for Eric—he had a thing about it. 

Kyle walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, opened it, and passed through the things inside as if he were in a bookshop, running his hands along spines in search of the perfect read. He pulled out a black blindfold in one hand and a coil of red rope in the other, looking over his shoulder at Cliff, “Bondage?”

Cliff’s face remained unchanged. “Sure, why not?”

Kyle walked back to them with a grin, but Cliff held up a finger for him to wait, which he did. “How about we make a deal?” he proposed.

“A deal?” Kyle asked, intrigued.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me for the next fifteen minutes.  If I don’t come by then” he paused, his smile devilish, “then I get to call the shots for the rest of the night —with access to your little cabinet of mystery.”

Kyle mulled it over for a moment, but Eric knew that Cliff had him cornered, “Who says we want you to come?”

“I’m not sure if that was your original plan, but I have a feeling you can’t turn down a challenge, and I know Eric can’t.” Cliff’s eyes met his across the room.

“Oh, can’t I?” Eric challenged, but they both knew Cliff had a read on them both. 

“You were a professional athlete, Eric. I don’t think that competitive edge just died when you retired.  Don’t you want to win?”

Fuck, he had him, and he knew it. 

“Deal,” Kyle agreed, catching the gleam in Eric’s eyes. 

Cliff messed with his watch for a second, setting it with a beep. “Okay, gentlemen, do your worst,” he said as he started the time, and Kyle slipped the blindfold over his eyes. 

Eric pulled Cliff’s hands behind his back, binding them together with ease. “How is that, any tingling or numbness?” he confirmed, testing the rope. 

“Oh, be gentle, Bennett, I’m very fragile,” Cliff drawled sarcastically.

“Just answer the question, Marleau, for fucks sake.”

“It’s fine, great knot-tying skills, Bennett. Were you a Boy Scout?”

God, he was even worse than Rozanov, and Eric hadn’t imagined that was possible. 

Kyle wasted no time running a hand down Cliff’s chest and slipping two fingers into his waistband to tug him forward slightly.  Cliff stumbled for just a moment before righting himself, unused to his sight and hands being useless to him.

Eric took a step forward as well, still at Cliff’s back, caging the man between himself and Kyle. Cliff let out a small breath as Eric pressed his erection against Cliff, grinding against his bound hands. 

Kyle worked simultaneously, sliding his hand over Cliff’s briefs to feel the outline of his hard cock through the fabric. Cliff let out a moan of satisfaction at that, and Eric had a feeling that he and Kyle would be winning this deal if Cliff was that easy to please. 

“Fuck Kyle, he’s so easy, isn’t he.  I bet he’s already leaking just from you rubbing him through his briefs,” Eric said over Cliff’s shoulder, watching as his boyfriend continued to palm Cliff.

“Absolutely desperate for it,” Kyle confirmed with a smirk, “Not a chance he makes it the full time without coming.” 

Cliff seemed to disagree with that, letting out a huff.  He was blindfolded, but Eric was positive he was rolling his eyes beneath the black satin blindfold. 

Typically, Kyle was one to tease and toy.  He liked to take his time taking Eric apart, liked to prolong it as long as possible, and he could see the intrigue this time limit set for Kyle.  His eyes were dark with desire as his hand worked over Cliff, his objective changed from delaying an orgasm to trying to trigger one as fast as possible.  

Eric had spent almost his entire life working through sex with quiet efficiency, so this was where he could excel.  He slid his arms around Cliff’s hips, pushing down the briefs there.  As he did so, he brought his mouth to Cliff’s neck, placing kisses there as he watched Kyle work.  

Kyle seemed to get the message, pulling Cliff’s briefs the rest of the way down his legs and freeing his cock. Kyle unabashedly spat into his hand and brought it to Cliff’s dick, working him over with his hand. Cliff seemed reluctant to show his cards again and only let out a breath at the motion, seeming to hide any additional noises. Well, that wouldn’t do.

“How is it, Cliff, do you like the way Kyle touches you?” he teased into Cliff’s ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it.

“It’s good,” Cliff said, his voice a little rougher than it had been mere moments ago.

“How good?” Kyle prompted, slowing his strokes down, as if he wouldn’t continue without an appropriate answer.

“It’s good, not good enough to make me come, but good,” Cliff said, and once again Eric didn’t need to see him fully to know he had a pleased smirk on his face.  He was goading them, just like he’d do on the ice, and worse, it was working.

Kyle slid to his knees and replaced his hand with his mouth, earning a slight grunt from Marleau. “That is better than good,” he praised. 

Kyle seemed pleased with the answer, using one hand to stroke where his mouth couldn’t reach, the sounds completely obscene in the quiet room.  Eric still pressed against Cliff’s back, but now brought a single hand up his chest to wrap around his throat, the other still anchored on his hip.

He squeezed, just a little, bringing his lips back to Cliff’s ear, “Tell me if it’s too much”.

“Harder, Daddy,” Cliff said in a light taunting tone, but fuck if it didn’t send a jolt of pleasure down Eric’s spine. 

Cliff may have been joking, but Eric happily acquiesced, increasing the pressure on Cliff’s throat, cutting off his blood flow a little more.  Kyle continued working him over, and Cliff may have been stifling any moans of pleasure, but he couldn’t hold the way his pulse spiked under Eric’s fingers as Kyle sucked him deep into his throat. 

Cliff, however, seemed to be determined not to play fairly.  He moved his bound hands over Eric’s erection in a slow stroke.  It wasn’t perfectly coordinated, but it was still glorious pressure. 

“Fuck” he cursed out and was rewarded by a snicker from Cliff.

Eric grabbed his hand and peered down at the watch on his hand, counting down the minutes. They had only two minutes remaining, and Cliff seemed like he might end up winning this after all.  Eric wrapped his hand around Cliff’s neck, but brought the other around him to play with his balls while Kyle continued using his mouth.

It was challenging; both Eric and Kyle gave their best effort to make Cliff crack.  Eric could feel his pulse pounding and see the way his hands were clenched behind his back, but he had no indication how close Cliff was to the edge.  Eric was positive he would have come within a minute with the fervent way that Kyle was sucking his cock.  It was honestly impressive.

When the timer on Cliff’s wrist beeped, all three men let out a sigh.  Eric let out one of frustration, Kyle one of sheer breathlessness, and Cliff one of relief.

Cliff broke their silence, “Fuck, that was not easy,” he said, his voice light and victorious, like spending fifteen minutes being pleasured had been an exhausting experience. 

Kyle sat back on his heels, still catching his breath, so Eric went about untying Cliff’s hands.  He pulled the rope off and watched as Cliff rubbed the slight red marks on his wrists, then removed the blindfold, giving Eric a wink. “Good try, Bennett”.

Eric narrowed his eyes at him, “Okay, you win. What do you want?” he asked, the possibilities a little too vast for him. 

Cliff, on the other hand, looked downright delighted. “Well, I’m not sure,” he mused, “what are your hard limits?” he echoed Kyle's question from earlier. 

In truth, for as much as Eric and Kyle explored kink, they didn’t really have a list of hard limits.  They had things they’d bring up and agree weren’t right for them, but it was more spontaneous than a pinned list of activities to exclude. “Why don’t you make a proposal, and we’ll let you know if it’s allowed?”

“Sure, take a seat,” Cliff said, gesturing to the end of the bed.  The end of his bed.  He couldn’t believe he was letting Cliff Marleau boss him around in his own room.  Still, he followed the direction, sitting on the edge of the bed, where Kyle joined him. Both men watched Cliff as he moved about the room.

As promised, he started with the cabinet where they stored their various sex toys, rifling through it with gasps of delight. “Wow, you two are freaks,” he said in surprise, pulling out a cock cage with a gleeful expression. “I say that with all the love in the world.  I had no idea you two were so fun.  I would have proposed this ages ago”.  He put the cage back into the cabinet and exchanged it for two simple plugs, rejoining them in front of the bed. That was not what Eric had expected, but Cliff seemed to be full of surprises. 

“You two are vers, correct?” Cliff asked.

“Yes, but how did you—” Eric started to argue, unsure of how Cliff had learned that.

“I’m very observant, my sexual superpower,” he boasted.  Then he took the objects in his arms and handed them out.  Matching plugs for both Eric and Kyle.

“Um,” Kyle said, his expression confused, “I’m not really sure what you’re planning here.”

“Are plugs a limit for you?” Cliff quizzed.

“No, but—” Eric countered in mutual puzzlement.

“Then don't worry about it.  I have my plans, and you’ll see what they are when I’m ready for you to.  Until then, just have some fun—you can always stop it if you’re uncomfortable.”

Kyle shrugged at that, like it was perfectly logical. 

“Lube, condoms?” Cliff asked.

“In the nightstand drawer,” Eric supplied.

Cliff grabbed the lube as well as two condoms, and Eric was still trying to do the math on that. Cliff smirked, placing the condoms on top of his dresser, but keeping hold of the lube.  Then he leaned down, wrapping his hand around the back of Kyle's neck and bringing their mouths together in a hard kiss.  Eric could only stare as Cliff thoroughly kissed his boyfriend, and his cock throbbed in his briefs. 

Cliff pulled back with a smile and then did the same to Eric, pulling their mouths together as Kyle watched.  Cliff was a fantastic kisser; Eric couldn’t deny this.  He kissed with such…confidence, like he could do no wrong. 

Cliff pulled back with a grin and whispered against Eric’s lips, “Take off your briefs, both of you.” 

Kyle and Eric quickly followed the direction, shimmying out of their briefs and then staring up at Cliff for more direction, completely under his spell. “Kyle bend down over the bed, and Eric—play with him until he’s ready to take the plug,” Cliff said passively, like he was giving directions to the nearest gas station.

Kyle stood, bending over the bed, and Eric followed, standing at his back.  Cliff walked over and handed him the lube, watching as Eric applied some to his fingers and went to work, rubbing it over Kyle’s hole.  Kyle shuddered as Eric touched him, moaning into the bedspread at the first contact. 

Cliff took the lube back and stepped away, watching as Eric played with Kyle, rubbing at his hole until he could add a finger, and then a second. As Eric pushed in the second finger, Cliff moved behind Eric.

Eric felt the press of slick fingers against his ass, and Cliff asked, “Color?”

“Green”

“Good,” Cliff praised before rubbing against his hole and beginning to open him up with his slick fingers. 

It was nearly impossible to focus between the sensations of Cliff fucking him with his fingers and his own fucking Kyle, but Eric had always been good at multitasking. 

A few minutes later, he felt the cold silicone toy against his entrance and the slide of more lube as Cliff pressed it against him.  Eric couldn't help the moan he let out as Cliff pressed the toy into him slowly.  Then Cliff’s warmth at his back was gone, and he saw him walk back to his side, watching as Eric slid his fingers in and out of a shaking Kyle.

“Kyle, do you want the plug now?” Cliff asked, and Kyle's answer came with a half-grunted yes.

Cliff nodded to Eric, and Eric went to work on working the plug into Kyle’s ass, watching the way his body clenched around it. “Good,” Cliff praised as Eric pulled his fingers away, the plug firmly situated between Kyle’s cheeks. 

“Great, stand next to each other now,” Cliff asked, and Kyle and Eric rearranged themselves to be standing side by side. Each motion forced the plug to rub against him and elicited a groan from his throat.  Kyle seemed to be facing the same treatment, letting out little whimpers as he moved. 

Cliff seemed pleased by this, circling the pair like a shark in the water.  He finally settled in front of them, sinking to his knees. 

Cliff was a good hockey player.  He wasn’t the best in the MLH- that was Shane Hollander, obviously, but he might have been the best player on the Raiders now that Rozanov was in Ottawa.  Eric had never been particularly impressed with his hockey skills, his shots fairly easily blocked, but this—this was Cliff’s true talent.  

Cliff sank to his knees and immediately moved his mouth to Eric’s cock, giving him a long, languid suck.  As he did so, he moved his hand over Kyle’s dick, giving it the same slow treatment his mouth was providing. Eric thought pretty highly of himself in his ability to multitask, and most goalies considered themselves somewhat ambidextrous, but Cliff was putting him to shame. 

His hand moved with precision on Kyle, while his mouth covered Eric with ease, moving his head back and forth in a blissful rhythm.  Eric was lucky that Cliff hadn’t offered a reverse deal because he couldn’t last more than a few minutes like this. Cliff was far too talented with his tongue. 

Cliff pulled back from Eric’s dick and switched to Kyle's, moving his hand over Eric now.  Kyle let out a gasp of pleasure, and Eric smirked at it.  For all of Kyle’s love of edging, neither of them had prepared for how skilled Cliff Marleau was at, well, everything in the bedroom.  Cliff’s eyes were open and searching, flicking over Kyle and Eric with interest.  He seemed to find it as Eric neared his release.  One moment, he was dangerously close to coming, and then Cliff’s hand was gone.

He continued to work Kyle over for another minute until he saw the same change and drew his mouth back from Kyle. 

“I don’t want the fun to end just yet,” he said, rising to his feet easily as Kyle and Eric looked at each other, faces flushed and cocks twitching with their denied release. “Kyle, can you go lie on the end of the bed, on your back.  Put your feet flat on the bed, bring your hips fairly close to the edge.”

His directions were rather direct and detailed, and Kyle did as he was asked. Cliff came over, moving him a few inches to the side as he wanted, then stepping back with a nod. Kyle’s eyes were wild with lust, his cheeks flushed, and his cock dripping.

“Eric, I want you to go over and fuck him.  Then I’m going to stand behind you and fuck you. Does that sound okay?”

“Fuck” Eric responded, looking at his panting boyfriend all spread out on the bed, and imagined how it would feel to sink his cock inside him while Cliff fucked him.  He felt like he could come just thinking about it; he couldn’t imagine he’d last long actually doing it—but, God, he was willing to try. 

Cliff stepped behind him, “I’m going to need a clearer yes than that, Eric. Want to give me a color?”

“Green,” Eric said in a haze, stepping up to Kyle and running a hand down his thigh, wrapping his large hand around it. 

Cliff stepped up behind him and handed him one of the condoms he had retrieved earlier, the math of them making a lot more sense now. 

“Kyle,” Eric asked, waiting for his confirmation. 

“Green,” Kyle said, his eyes eager and his mouth open.

Eric tore open the condom, sheathing himself and bending over Kyle.  He used one hand to extract the plug slowly and found Cliff waiting to take it, then replaced it in Eric’s hand with the lube.  

Eric took an additional dollop of lube and used his fingers to fuck it slowly into Kyle, who clenched around his fingers. He withdrew them and lined up his cock, one hand wrapped around the top of Kyle’s thigh and the other on his dick as he slowly pushed inside.  He gave himself a moment once he was fully seated to breathe.  He was so close to coming already, and Cliff hadn’t even entered him yet.  He had no idea how he was going to make it through this.

He gave a shallow thrust and let out a deep moan that Kyle echoed, but Cliff was ever-perceptive and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Not yet, don’t want you coming yet. Stay still” 

Eric gave an embarrassing whimper at that, and Cliff only rubbed a hand over his back. “Stay still, Bennett, I’ll make it worth it,” he promised, and Eric had no doubts he’d fulfill that promise. 

Cliff worked quickly behind Eric, easing the plug out of him until he felt so empty.  He didn’t bother placing his fingers inside him, like he knew Eric couldn't handle any extra stimulation right now. There was a distinct sound of a condom packet being torn open, and then a moment later, he felt the blunt head of Cliff’s cock against his ass.

Cliff pushed inside inch by inch, every slight movement pushing Eric into Kyle.  A chain reaction that wrung pleasure from him.  When Cliff was flush against him he felt him stop, placing a hand on Eric’s hip. “Give me a second,” he asked, his voice breathless, and Eric felt pride in Cliff finally showing some unraveling.

Eric felt Cliff’s breath fan over his neck, and then a few moments later, “Okay, move with me, Eric,” he commanded before having a slow and deep thrust. 

It took a minute or two to get the rhythm correct, to sync up his own movement with Cliff’s, but once he did…fuck it was good.  It was better than good; it was the single most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.  Kyle’s face told him he felt the same, alternating between flicking his eyes at Eric’s and over Eric’s shoulder to meet Cliff’s, his mouth perpetually open and emitting jumbled words of gratitude. 

Eric had known he wouldn’t last long like this, but it was even more challenging than he’d thought when he was in control of his rhythm, in complete thrall of Cliff’s motion. His hands, which were clenched around Eric’s thighs to anchor himself, were white in the knuckles, his grip punishing.  

“Cliff, I can’t last.  I’m going to come,” Eric said in a whimper, the pleasure coursing through his body too much to bear.

“Good,” Cliff said into his ear, “Use your hand to jerk your boyfriend off, I want him to come too.” 

Eric did so, wrapping his hand around Kyle’s cock and giving him sloppy strokes, unable to focus on the motion with all the other sensations going on. It didn’t matter; Kyle was already over the edge. “Fuck, Eric,” he grunted as he came, coating Eric’s hand and his own chest in his release, his breath heaving.  

Eric followed him immediately after, giving a deep thrust and pounding his release into the condom deep inside of Kyle with a deep groan. 

Cliff continued fucking Eric even after he’d come, and Eric feared Cliff might have the endurance of a God.  Luckily for him, Cliff was only human. It only took a few additional thrusts before Cliff bit into Eric’s shoulder, grunting as he came. 

“Fuck” Cliff said, his chest heaving as he slowly withdrew from Eric with a gasp. 

Eric stayed where he was for a moment, still seated inside Kyle, his breath stuttering and his eyes half closed.  He leaned down over Kyle, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before slowly pulling out and retreating a few steps. 

He walked to the bathroom on shaky legs, disposing of the condom and finding Cliff inside already, handing him a warm washcloth. “You think of everything, don’t you?” Eric said with a slight shake of his head, taking the washcloth.

“Yeah, I do,” Cliff said, smiling, walking back into the bedroom.

Eric took his time cleaning off Kyle’s chest, giving him slow kisses and praise as he did so.  The two men climbed fully onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows as Eric pulled Kyle to his chest.  Cliff climbed onto the bed next to Eric, not cuddling him, but rubbing slow, calm circles on his back. He wasn’t sure how long they had lain like that, but Cliff’s touch was consistent and soothing. 

It was late, well past four in the morning, and Eric felt his eyelids growing heavy, when he glanced down at his chest, he found Kyle was already asleep.  He felt the bed shift behind him, Cliff rising and dressing in the dimly lit space.

“Are you leaving?” Eric asked, ready to offer him a place to stay, even if it was just in the guest room.

“Yeah, I’m going to head back to my hotel, easier logistics for the bus tomorrow,” Cliff said with a shrug, “Thanks for the fun night, Eric, I enjoyed it.”

“I think I should be thanking you,” Eric said quietly.

“You’re welcome then,” Cliff said with a wink.  “Goodnight, Eric, you two can call me anytime, ”He said before slipping out of the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him. 

Eric lay back and closed his eyes; his last thought before sleep claimed him was that he might have to take Cliff up on that offer.