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Nick baked the cookies this week, and they’re burnt all around the edges. Enough to overpower the copious amounts of green food coloring that Sand added into his recipe— at first because he thought it was funny, and now because he swears they taste different without it. Whatever. It doesn’t matter; he’s trying not to be too nagging as a roommate. Ray doesn’t seem to mind anyways, shoving his second of the last hour into his mouth, head in Sand’s lap.
Sand curls his fingers under the back of Ray’s head and tilts it back a little.
“Don’t choke on it,” he chides. Immediately he knows he fucked up. Ray grins, eyes going bright in the way that means he’s about to be annoying in a way Sand is powerless against.
“What if I want to?” he says, and nuzzles his head down into Sand’s crotch. Sand just flicks him between the eyebrows and jerks his head towards Nick, who’s walking back to the couch with popcorn in hand. Ray shrugs.
Sand and Nick had started weekly movie nights ever since Nick had gotten weird about dumping Boston. Ray occasionally joined when he was feeling clingy, after Sand figured out the presence of A Boyfriend wouldn’t be detrimental to his cheer-Nick-up mission. No way was he going to suffer through a half-dozen shitty romcoms without making any progress in actually making his friend feel any better. Luckily for him, Ray was vocal and persistent enough about hating the romcoms (he didn’t, actually, Sand has seen how invested he gets) that it prompted Nick to choose other genres when Ray is over. Tonight, it’s some low-budget horror, because Nick has truly indiscernible tastes in movies.
Nick walks up to the couch and taps Ray’s ass.
“Move. I wanna sit there.”
Ray shakes his head, burying his face more into Sand’s lap. It kind of smushes his balls awkwardly, and he carefully adjusts Ray. The betrayed look he gives him would be funny if Sand knew it wasn’t deadly serious for him.
“You can still lay on Sand, I promise,” Nick says, smacking Ray’s ass again, “you’ll just have to lay on me too.”
Ray whines. “You’re less comfortable than he is. Go sit on the other side of him.”
Another smack. “That’s a lie. He’s like, way bonier than I am anyways. It’s my apartment, I want to sit there.”
Annoyed with the arguing, Sand gets up, pulling himself out from under Ray. Grinning, Nick slides into where he had been sitting, and Sand slots in next to him. Ray looks positively murderous. It’s fine. Sand will just let him koala-cling to him in bed tonight and eat his ass or something and he’ll forget about it. For now, he just pulls Ray back into his lap and tries to offer an apologetic kiss that is denied.
“The cookies good? It was my first time making them,” Nick asks, and Ray shakes his head, shoving the rest of it into his mouth to hide the evidence. Sand reaches down and wipes the crumbs off of the collar of his shirt for him as Nick starts the movie.
It’s fine. There’s a lot of bad fake blood and a monster whose costume obviously received 75% of the movie’s total budget. Sand pays attention to the soundtrack, mostly. Real instruments, which is cool, with a lot of weird effects on the guitar, punctuated by some truly bizarre vocalizations. It’s obviously cheaply done, but does make shit creepy. In the back of his mind, he wonders how hard they are to learn and how much you can make doing a session for some shitty movie like this. There surely aren’t that many guys doing it, and he could definitely make weird noises and scratch at the strings of his guitar.
Nick curls around Sand’s arm— he’s a pretty tactile guy, and Sand never minds cuddling with him. Ray’s a slightly different story. He has a tendency towards jealousy, and it took a bit of maneuvering the first few times he came over to join roommate movie night to get him to not be a massive bitch to Nick as soon as he so much as laid his head on Sand’s shoulder. Today, Nick’s chosen to offset that by petting Ray’s hair— something Ray initially tried to jerk away from but has now given in to. By the midway point of the movie they’ve all sort of melted into a big pile in the middle of the couch, guided by gravity down to where the cushions drooped anyways. Sand’s leg is asleep from where he has it curled under him, but moving would disturb the fragile ecosystem at work.
Edibles either make Ray sleepy or horny, and today it looks like sleepy has won out. Sand glances down to see Ray’s eyes drooping, his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and the bones of a smile across his lips. Ray’s always pretty, but half of the time he decides to use that power for evil— it makes him look even better in moments like this. Sand smiles, shaking his head and tucking some of Ray’s hair behind his ear. It’s overgrown, he’ll have to find him an appointment to get it cut. Ray’s eyes crack open at that, and he fully abandons the movie, turning onto his back to stare up at Sand. With the crook of a finger, he calls Sand to bend down for him.
“Wanna suck your dick,” he stage-whispers when Sand does. So much for sleepy winning out. Sand rolls his eyes and jerks his head towards Nick, who most definitely heard. Even if he’s pretending he hadn’t, his eyebrows are slowly creeping up into his hairline.
Ray just shrugs, lips pursed and eyebrow raised in his “I dare you” face. Sand shakes his head.
“Can’t stop you, but I’m going to finish watching this movie with Nick,” he says, and Nick startles, a tiny smile on his face. Ray huffs and puffs about it, but starts fiddling with the front of Sand’s boxers anyways. The thing about Ray is— and Sand loves him dearly— he cannot suck dick to save his life, though not for any lack of enthusiasm. His approximation is more along the lines of… sort of aimlessly playing with-slash-holding Sand’s cock in his mouth until he gets bored or horny or whatever and then starts whining to do something else. Or he gets way too into it and chokes hard enough to send himself into a coughing fit, and by the time Sand’s gotten him water and rubbed his chest and told him it’s okay, the mood is gone. It’s actually kind of endearing. At least it is when Sand isn’t particularly pressed about getting off.
Nick is obviously trying very hard not to look as Ray fishes Sand’s dick out of his shorts and starts pressing messy kisses over it. Out of the corner of his eye, though, Sand sees the hand he had petting Ray’s hair start to stray, dipping down to rub between his shoulder blades and across his throat. Ray doesn’t seem to notice, though. He rubs Sand across his cheek until he caves and looks down, groaning at the sight of Ray’s slack expression and big, plaintive eyes as he fucking… nuzzles Sand’s dick like it’s his favorite teddy bear. Why does that work for him?! Apparently encouraged by the reaction, Ray swallows it down in one smooth motion, gagging hard. Nick’s hand grazes the rise of Ray’s throat, like he’s trying to feel Sand through him. It’s unreasonably hot, and Sand feels himself stiffen enough in Ray’s throat that he starts retching and pulls off. Sand pets his hair.
“You were doing good, baby,” he says, “I felt good”. Ray whines up against his thigh in response.
Sand turns to look at Nick, giving him a little nod to try to ask if he’s okay with this. Lips parted and cheeks flushed, he looks dazed but ultimately cool with it— the hand he doesn’t have on Ray is down the front of his shorts. Sand isn’t surprised when he returns the nod, and he isn’t particularly surprised this is happening. If he’s surprised by anything, it’s that it didn’t happen sooner, what with Nick’s frankly voyeuristic tendencies and Ray’s pathological need to stake his claim over Sand. Curiosity takes over and Sand leans in to kiss Nick. He goes for something a little messier than the first time in the camper, more tongue. It still doesn’t do much for him, aside from being generally physically nice to kiss someone. Until Ray bites the inside of his thigh, that is. His cock jumps.
“Just let him watch,” Ray mutters, pulling himself slowly upwards and sitting himself firmly across Sand’s thighs. Sand knows immediately what he’s angling for, and needs to quash the frustration of Ray predictably not actually sucking his dick. He grabs Ray’s chin and pulls him into a kiss next. It’s aggressive, open-mouthed and tongue-forward, but it really cannot be understated how much he fucking likes kissing Ray. He could have avoided so much trouble in his life if he could make himself stop kissing Ray, but he couldn’t. Ray just gets so into it, throwing his whole body against Sand’s, hands wandering and unable to keep still, grabbing whatever bit of Sand he could reach at the moment. Sometimes he would just straight up drool. It should be gross, but it’s insanely hot, to have someone so into you, and to be just as in to him.
Right now, he’s a little less focused than usual— Sand notices he keeps throwing glances over at Nick. He sneaks one too, and is greeted with the sight of him shamelessly jacking off to them, hand moving frantically underneath the noticeably-wet stain in his boxers. He’s close enough that their thighs brush together, from the way Sand’s are parted to accommodate Ray. He starts to feel a little insane, dick achingly hard against his thigh and not much being done about it. He fumbles around between their bodies, Ray not even giving him much room to breathe, much less fish his cock out of his pajama pants or spit on his own hand. Eventually he manages, though, and takes them both into his hand to stroke together. He feels the relief like a head rush, and Ray immediately melts into him.
“Mm, fuck me instead,” he whispers, and Nick moans in response.
“No,” Sand says, twisting his hand, “I’m not getting up to get lube. Both of you are on top of me.”
“You can do it without—“
“No.”
“You’re so mean, Sand,” he pouts. Sand shuts him up by grabbing his narrow hipbones and hauling him across the couch. He spreads him out, shoving their one sad attempt at a throw pillow underneath his hips and yanking his pajama pants down to his knees. Ray yelps in protest, but wiggles his ass like a particularly pleased puppy. Nick has fallen back against the arm of the couch, visibly breathless, and Sand summons him over.
He bends down and spreads Ray’s ass, leaning in to press the flat of his tongue against his hole before pulling back to thumb it open.
“You have such a sweet little hole, baby,” he says. Ray hums in response. “Do you mind if I show Nick?”
The noises that come out of both Nick and Ray’s mouths are unintelligible, something strangled from Nick and mumbled from Ray. Sand decides to be a good boyfriend and focus on Ray first.
“Speak up, baby.”
“Okay.”
Thrill running through him, Sand gets himself comfortable— or as comfortable as he can laid out longways on a couch with another person— settling down onto his belly between Ray’s thighs. Grabbing Ray’s flank with one hand, he pulls him open with the other and turns to Nick.
“You have to hold him. He wiggles a lot when you get your tongue in him.”
Sand likes eating people out and always has, but it’s especially fun with Ray. He just seems to enjoy it so much and is so responsive, unable to keep still or quiet. Nick’s wide eyes don’t look like he absorbed much, but he nods enthusiastically anyways.
“I’ll show you first, and then you can try,” he tells him. He licks a broad stripe over Ray’s hole, fingers brushing over his side to keep him from jolting too much, which he always does. From there he can go in, curling his tongue and pushing it inside him. Ray squirms and groans as Sand sucks, always seeming like he’s trying to pull away from the sensation but ultimately pushing back into it. It’s cute, and he’s saying Sand’s name more than normal. Presumably he can also hear the wet slap of Nick jerking off again a few inches from them.
Sand pulls his tongue out of him, giving Ray a preemptively apologetic kiss on the inside of his thigh.
“Nick, why don’t you try now?” he says. His voice is a little hoarse. Ray just whimpers, shaking his hips like he’s trying to entice Sand back. It’s pretty tempting, but the opportunity to see his best friend eat out his boyfriend is one he can’t pass up. He lets Nick take his spot and decides to move to sit in front of Ray, pulling his head back into his lap. Ray cranes his neck and looks up at him with his pretty eyes all glassy, smile blissed-out as Nick buries his face in his ass.
“You’ll hurt your neck,” Sand gently chides, fingers spreading over Ray’s scalp and pushing his head back down. Obediently, Ray stays down. Presumably because he realized he could go back to sucking Sand’s cock that way. He’s even less focused than normal, mouth just sort of wandering. Sand’s keyed up enough that he doesn’t even care, though, watching Ray jolt and squirm as Nick eats him out. Pretty quickly, Nick makes a strangled grunt that Sand thinks means he got himself off, but he still studiously working at Ray, jaw and tongue moving hard enough that Sand can see his temples flex. For his part, Ray is reduced to mostly drooling over Sand’s balls, sucking harshly when he regains the presence of mind.
Maddeningly close but unable to get there, Sand tries his best to keep his movements gentle when he pulls Ray’s chin up and sinks his cock into his slack mouth. Not enough to risk choking him— Sand actually wants this to go somewhere now— but enough to fuck into. Between Nick’s hard work and the weed, Ray’s distracted and relaxed enough that Sand can just kind of… use his mouth, if he’s careful enough, and Ray doesn’t choke or accidentally involve teeth. Pressure builds up hot and heavy in him, and when he comes he’s shocked that Ray swallows most of it. Some dribbles out down his chin, but Sand wipes it up quickly with the hem of his shirt.
“Wow,” Sand says, feeling a bit too dazed to say anything more intelligent than that. Ray kisses his now-soft cock and looks up at him with the intensely pleading eyes that Sand physically cannot say no to.
“ Sand,” Ray whines, “I haven’t come yet.”
Sand laughs, shaking his head. Poor baby.
“Nick, give him a hand,” he says, and Nick pops up, sticking his tongue out like a dehydrated pug.
“Ok, but my tongue hurts. It’s going to be a literal hand.”
Sand considers for a second, having visions of trying to clean jizz off of their couch. It’s fabric, and he doesn’t have a new one in the budget .
“Let’s turn you over,” Sand decides, and Ray shoots him a weak glare but lets himself be bodily rolled over. The pillow that had been shoved under his hips thunks dully onto the floor.
“I can see your face better this way,” he half-lies, leaning down to kiss Ray’s sweaty forehead. Ray grabs his chin and pulls him into a real kiss, all teeth at first until they can adjust and Ray is sucking on his tongue.
“Fuck, guys, you two are hot,” he hears Nick say, and Ray moans into his mouth and shivers in a way that means he came. It’s even more obvious when suddenly Sand is left with a boneless puddle of boyfriend in his lap. He carefully extricates himself from the barely-even-a-kiss anymore and hauls Ray up to a sitting position. His arms fall open on instinct, and Ray curls up against him. Long ago Sand had given up on convincing Ray that either of them should clean up before the mandatory post-orgasm cuddles, so his general stickiness doesn’t bother him anymore.
“C’mere,” Ray says, turning to Nick and patting his chest. Sand’s not sure who’s more surprised, but after a few increasingly insistent summons from Ray, Nick pulls his boxers back up and flops on top of them. Apparently not satisfied with that, Ray pulls him bodily on top of him, leaving Sand feeling a little crushed with the bodyweight of two grown men centered on his lap.
“That wasn’t too bad,” Ray declares, “I’d do it again.” Nick just laughs.
“Thanks for the feedback, man.”
Sand raises an eyebrow. He mostly thought Ray always going on about threesomes was supposed to be some sort of attempt at reverse-psychology. This one just sort of… happened.
They finish the movie like that— mostly. Not that anyone knows what went on for the past half hour, and Ray dozes off with his head tucked under Sand’s chin. When the end credits roll, the desire for a cigarette and a shower overtakes Sand, and he throws a glance towards Nick to try and plan how they will extricate themselves from the pile. Through a series of floppy hand gestures, they decide to move in opposite directions, Nick slowly unwrapping Ray’s hands from around his shoulders and Sand trying to scoot out from under him.
“Where are you going?” Ray asks sleepily. Failure.
“To smoke and shower. You were asleep, didn’t wanna disturb you.”
“That’s fine. I’ll join you for both,” he grins, and Sand shakes his head, trying not to smile.
“Nick, you get first shower then,” Ray says, standing up and stretching his arms over his head like a cat. He leans forward and presses a kiss smack onto Nick’s lips. Short but sweet.
“And brush your teeth. Your mouth tastes like ass, man.”