TW: Explicit Benny x Micah (again lol)

Lennon's mornings started early on the bike in his office. Micah followed the sound of wheels whirring, his hair still damp from spending far too long in Lennon's majestic shower.

Lennon slowed his cycling, leant back, and observed Micah with a slow drag of his gaze. Micah approached the bike, cupping one hand under the seat just to have an excuse to graze Lennon's ass.

"I gotta head to my apartment before going to work," Micah said.

"I can call a cab for you."

"No, don't worry about it," Micah said. He pressed his lips to Lennon's arm. The man was shirtless and knew he looked stunning wearing that faint sheen of sweat. "I could use the exercise."

"I get the impression you... exercise. A lot." Euphemisms, Micah loved them.

He smiled. "Call me when you want to exercise with me again."

Lennon kissed the top of his head. "Of course. Good luck with work today."

Micah took his leave. His main reason for leaving early wasn't to stop at his apartment, but to stop at the clinic... and to maybe grab coffee along the way. And, after getting the a-okay from the nurse, his brain at last caught up to the fact that:

Oh, shit, I'm having a threesome tonight.

It wasn't a matter of would-they-won't-they. Benny and James would be delivering takeout to watch a movie or something equally meaningless on the television Kennedy had gotten Micah. The real meaning was in the fact that his best friend and his best friend's fiancé wanted to sleep with him.

And now, Micah had just crossed out the one real excuse he had to say no. He'd hoped the tests would save him from himself—from the hell that was his mind, picturing Benny naked at every turn, hearing his voice like a goddamn siren in his dreams.

Micah bashed his hands against his head once, twice, thrice for good measure. I'm going insane, he thought. Why did I open Pandora's box?!

In an attempt to not slack off at work, Micah silenced his phone and didn't look at it again until clocking out. Benny had asked twice what he was interested in for dinner before ultimately deciding for him, saying, "We picked something for you. Figured you're compartmentalizing like a CHAMP which is good news for us 😜"

Micah throttled his phone a little. His friends knew him too well.

They converged upon Micah's apartment all at once. James noticed him first and waved from across the street, followed by Benny throwing up both arms, hands filled with takeout bags. "We got food!"

Micah rolled his eyes and pushed the door into his building. He held it as James and Benny hurried to catch up and slip inside.

"How was work?" James asked.

"Fine. What'd you all get?"

They catalogued what felt like the entire menu of the restaurant they'd gone to. Micah couldn't stop staring at Benny's ass going up the stairs.

Enjoying sex had never consumed Micah's brain as much as it did in Benny's presence now. It wasn't fair that Micah had put Benny in a strictly platonic box for nearly five years when, as it turned out, Benny was downright pornographic in bed.

Five years Micah could have spent living out wet dreams... And it wasn't even that Micah liked loud lovers. He just liked hearing Benny—talking, laughing, and now moaning, screaming, begging for more.

Micah covered his mouth as he unlocked his door. His brain and dick were on overdrive, clocking in overtime, dying to get into Benny's pants before the door was even open.

"Leave the food in the kitchen," Micah said as he stepped out of his shoes. When he turned, James and Benny were deer in headlights. "We're going upstairs first."

"Seriously?" James breathed as Benny all but sprung out of his shoes, wielding takeout bags like he was about to knock someone out.

"Okay!" Benny said, already out of view. "James isn't ready to join us yet, but he wants to watch!"

Micah had been staring after Benny until he was out of view, so he watched with great amusement as James' face flushed from the neck up like a goddamn cartoon character. Micah reached past him to lock the door and whispered, "Are you comfortable with this?"

Benny was still exclaiming from the kitchen about how, "I wasn't even sure you'd say yes, I mean—"

"Yeah, I'm comfortable," James admitted, shyly. He managed a weak smile and a nod. "Thanks for checking. I hope you don't mind me watching..."

Micah didn't know how to respond without sounding like a creep, because the truth was that he thought he might have a kink for cucking. He'd experienced everything from James' perspective before—hands to himself, an observer from a distance—and decided that it was even hotter to be a participant in turning James on in this way.

He pulled James by the arm toward where Benny was at the stairs waiting for them. "Is it okay if I use your bathroom?" Benny asked.

"No," Micah teased, sarcastic, and Benny rolled his eyes. Micah played it up, calling after him as Benny raced up the stairs, "I can't believe you'd ask me something like that!"

"I know! I'm an inconsiderate asshole!" Benny shouted back.

While Benny was getting ready, Micah once again brought James to the bedroom first, dragged the armchair over, and sat with him. This time, James took the chair—and a pillow for modesty.

For a moment, Micah felt awkwardly larger than life with responsibility. He felt like a therapist.

They itched in the silence, glancing at each other before Micah ultimately scoffed at himself and scratched at his hair. "I don't mean to make this awkward."

"It's fine."

"I wanted to ask if there's anything you... want me to do in particular."

James was still blushing. He pulled his legs up onto the chair, pillow in his lap. "I don't know. I'm just kinda... curious what you were thinking." And then, with that doe-eyed look, brows pinched, James said, "I trust you."

Micah cupped his hand over his mouth, leaning into his cheek as he looked away. He hadn't allowed himself to think about choreography at all since that morning. "I got tested today, and I'm clean. I was thinking I could creampie him if you're both interested."

"Wh-What does that mean..."

Oh, you sweet summer child, Micah thought. "Finish inside."

"Oh."

Micah wanted to implode thinking of the times between their threesome and now that James had finished inside Benny without having a term for it. "I mean, it's kind of an aftercare nightmare for some people. I don't know if Benny's into it."

"Oh. I think he likes it," James clarified, shaking his head. "He always asks me to... finish inside."

Micah tried not to laugh and apologized when he failed. James hid his smile behind his hand and said, "Sorry. That's probably inappropriate."

"No, it's fine," he said. "I'll make sure you can see it when it happens."

James toyed with the corner of his pillow before asking, "I know you guys talk a lot about... sex. During your Wednesday Dinners. Does he ever talk about... sex with me?"

The more Micah thought about it, the less he could remember a Wednesday Dinner without James since the two of them had gotten engaged. "He's not really explicit with his sex stories."

"I just wonder if I'm not exciting enough for him to talk about."

Micah wanted to laugh. "That isn't it. It's a respect thing for him, I think."

"Oh..."

"Do you want us to talk about it? Because I can definitely pry. Kennedy and I try not to push him like that."

James shrugged. And then, sheepishly, admitted, "I just kinda want to know if he likes it. He tells me he does, but if he tells you guys I might believe him more."

Micah knew James' sexual confidence was down the drain in a weird way—the weird way that landed James in his bedroom getting cucked. He didn't know how to explain the vague terms in which Benny had admitted to loving having sex with James. None of it was explicit enough to feel genuine coming from Micah.

But it meant everything to Benny, and he knew that. James didn't.

"I'll get his opinion tomorrow at dinner," Micah promised, "but honestly, he loves you. And he loves sleeping with you, even if he doesn't talk about it."

"Thanks."

"I'm serious."

"I know." He shrugged. "I guess I just haven't had a lot of sex, though. So I don't know. And I liked learning from you last time."

"But this isn't just about learning," Micah said, shaking his head. "I want you to enjoy yourself, too. And last time you didn't even jerk off."

"N-Not because I didn't want to. I'm just embarrassed."

"You don't have to. Honestly." He reached for James' knee. He held it before slackening his grip, letting his hand drift lower before falling off. "I just think it'd be hot if you did."

James stared at him, doe-eyed and innocent, before releasing his breath with a shudder. He smiled. "Do you realize how good you are at this?"

Micah grinned. "At what?"

James hugged the pillow tighter, knees drawn up. "Turning me on."

The bathroom door opened, jarring them both. Micah realized then that he hadn't even gotten out of his work clothes yet, fetched the lube, a condom. He started on his shirt buttons when Benny entered. Naked.

Actually naked.

It took a second for Micah to realize he wasn't just imagining Benny's dick hanging there like he had all weekend.

Micah abandoned his effort with the buttons instantly. His hands were shaking with excitement, adrenaline. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it, rising to his feet.

"James said you like to be creampied. Care to share with the class?" Micah said, arching a brow as he approached.

Benny let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh and backed into the door. He glanced at James, unable to school his expression until Micah was right in front of him. Staring him down.

Benny summoned a look of bright-eyed seriousness, looking up at Micah through his lashes. "So what if I do?"

Micah laughed, grabbed him, and slung him into his arms to be thrown onto the bed. As Benny bounced, giddy and smiling, Micah unzipped his slacks. "I'm clean. Mind if I do you raw?"

"I—! I haven't gotten tested?" Benny said, looking to James. "We're clean, I think?"

"Are you two sleeping with anyone else?"

"No," they answered.

Micah shrugged. "Good enough for me."

And then, Micah descended kisses upon a giggling Benny that turned into screams of delight within seconds before Micah's lips closed over the moan in Benny's throat. Micah's hand rubbing his cock.

He fetched the lube from the nightstand and put Benny on his side where he could work Benny open on his fingers. He lathered Benny's hand in lube, coaxing their joined fingers between his legs to grab Micah's dick, coating him down to the base and up to the tip.

A shivered curse escaped him when Benny pressed his thumb against Micah's tip, pushing down. When Benny rubbed his slit like that, Micah couldn't help but open his mouth against Benny's shoulder and gasp.

"God, I want you. I want you so bad," Micah moaned, and bit down when Benny squeezed him and guided him to his entrance.

Micah propped a foot up for leverage and thrust inside with two choppy jerks of his hips. Once in, he hooked his arm under Benny's thigh and linked it over his waist. They gave James a full view of Micah's dick being sucked into Benny's ass, picking up speed and a pace that dragged Benny's voice free from the confines of Micah's imagination.

Benny's leg tightened on him, holding himself steady so Micah's free hand could cup his balls where they sagged, bouncing on every thrust. He held Benny's cock aside, watching from over Benny's shoulder to where James was in shambles, hugging the pillow with his legs drawn tight, ankles twisting together.

Micah latched his lips onto Benny's shoulder and sucked, hard. He dipped his fingers lower, rubbing Benny's taint before splitting his index and middle finger around his entrance to feel Benny's rim stretch around him on every extraction.

"Have you been practicing?" Micah breathed into Benny's skin.

"Yes—Yes—"

"God, you sound just like a porn star." Micah extracted to the tip, hooking two fingers over himself to make entering with them smoother. Benny's head threw back against his, knocking their temples together. "I want my neighbors to hear you—think I have porn playing on high in my living room. Tell your fiancé how this feels."

And Benny did.

He hooked his fingers into Benny's prostate, assailing it as is cock penetrated deeper. His palm all but squeezed Benny's balls where they hung low, stretched by Micah's grip seizing all control Benny between his legs.

When Benny came, his hole pinched the daylights out of Micah's cock, his fingers. He groaned into Benny's shoulder, his senses filled with Benny's heavenly voice in his ears. As his muscles slackened, Micah just pounded in harder, chasing his own release.

He felt it building like a knot in his gut. Gently, intentionally, he pulled at Benny's rim with his fingers so that when he came, it leaked for James to see. Creamy, translucent cum dripped down his knuckles and onto the bed.

He was still hard, and through the stimulation, he kept going. The squelch of lube and cum was made all the more apparent then as Micah tipped Benny onto his stomach, Benny's legs together, and fucked him into the mattress until his cock was too spent to continue.

And then he laid there, on top of Benny, breathing hard and relishing in the feel of their bodies entwined.

"How was that?" Micah asked.

"So fucking good," Benny groaned, face-first in the pillow. He tipped his head to the side to smile at his fiancé. "Was that a good show?"

"I think I need new underwear," James squeaked.

Micah stifled a laugh between Benny's shoulder blades so neither of them would hear. He pushed himself up and off the bed. "You can borrow some of mine."

"Wait, can't we go again?" Benny said.

Micah put out his arms. "Do you seriously want to be limping at work tomorrow?"

"Yes," Benny said.

Micah looked at James to talk some reason into his fiancé.

James was nearly smiling when he said, "I wouldn't mind if—"

The doorbell rang.

Benny pushed himself up on one elbow, glancing at the bedroom door. Micah thought he might have misheard it, but then the doorbell rang again. Three times.

James leaned off of the chair, saying, "That was your door, right?"

"Yeah," Micah said, brow furrowing. He glanced at the both of them. "I'm not expecting anyone. They'll probably leave."

The doorbell went off five more times before Micah even returned to the bed. His head hung in defeat.

Benny squeezed his arm. "You go tell them to leave. We'll be right here."

Micah groaned, head lolling on his shoulder as he turned to go. He grabbed his robe as he went, cinching it around his waist as he descended the stairs. He was knotting the sash as he passed the foyer.

The doorbell was going off the entire way.

Micah leaned toward the peephole and nearly re-concussed himself on the recoil. Leant up against his doorframe, a hand on his hip, and murder in his eyes—

—was Alistair.