Demi-Love
Keywords: Demi-Love,
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"Not now," Dmitry said, pushing my hand away. "You know Adam's coming over."
"I can see your cock right through those shorts. If you don't want me to touch you, you should wear underwear."
He looked down with a frown. "I don't see anything."
"You will once it's hard." I rubbed him through the fabric, feeling that delicious sponginess that means an erection is starting, the meaty thickness of a slowly growing cock.
"Sara."
"Let me make you hard, baby. I want to see it." I breathed into his ear, tracing the opening with my tongue.
"But Adam is coming."
That was the idea. I checked the front of his shorts and was happy to see his cock straining against them in an obvious way. The white fabric was too thin to disguise the rich brown of his cock and too confining to hide its contours.
"I'm so hot," I whispered. "Aren't you hot?" I let go of his dick so I could pull his shirt over his head.
"Sara."
"Adam's seen you with your shirt off before." I wondered if Adam had ever seen him hard and pulsing in his shorts before. He was going to. "You're so gorgeous, baby. Let me play with you. Please?" I nibbled on a nipple.
"Now you've got me all horny." He put my hand back on his cock. "How much time do we have?" He tried to twist his head around to see the clock but I stopped him by straddling him.
"There's always time for a blow job and you need one bad. Look." I lifted my ass so we could both see his cock beneath my short skirt. Dmitry's skin is the color of polished bronze and his shorts were a close-fitting, flimsy white. As his cock pressed again them, it not only left an outline, it nearly glowed. "You can't expect me to resist that."
"I'm going to change." He pushed me off and stood up.
"Hey." There was Adam, right on time. "I'm interrupting."
"My fault. Don't mind us." I gave Adam the hug and kiss he normally got, then looked at Dmitry who was hanging back. His cock was so visibly hard I almost laughed. "Say hi, Dmitry."
"Hey, like I've never seen you with a hard-on before. Come here." Adam caught him by the hand and pulled him in for a hug. Their chests made contact, then their pelvises. I sighed. Adam slid his arm along Dmitry's back. "We're not going to start getting all shy around each other, are we, Demi?"
They call each other Demi--short for both Dmitry and Adam. It's sort of like 'Dude' to them but it sounds like an endearment the way they say it. No one else is allowed.
"Sorry, Demi." Dmitry said. He put his hand on the back of Adam's head and they stood face to face the way they sometimes do, noses almost touching like they're talking with their eyes.
"Kiss and make up," I said.
Dmitry laughed, then grabbed Adam and swooped him backwards like Rhett in "Gone with the Wind" and planted a big smacker right on Adam's lips. He's only a little bigger than Adam but he picked him up like he weighed nothing and carried him to the futon and dropped him from so high he bounced.
"I'll get you a beer."
"I'll get it," I said quickly. "You boys relax." I gave Dmitry a push, making him fall backwards into Adam. Before he could get up I handed him the stack of DVDs. "Decide what you want to watch." When I looked back from the doorway Dmitry was still half in Adam's lap, his dark head bent towards Adam's blond one, his thick curls brushing Adam's cheek as he leaned forward to see one of the covers better. Adam reached up and brushed Dmitry's hair back and they looked at each other for a moment before going back to their task.
When I first met Adam, he was wary of me. Dmitry's last girlfriend had tried to keep them apart out of jealousy. I would never try to keep them apart because, as beautiful as they are separately, they're more beautiful together. There's a bond--a sweetness and a love--that goes back to when they were boys together. Plus they're just damn hot, and I intended to make sure they finally did something about it.
When I came back in they were still curled around each other, hips nestled together and Dmitry's arm slung over Adam's torso. I put the drinks down on a side table out of reach. I didn't really want anyone to have a cold drink in their hand.
"What did you pick?"
Dmitry handed me the box for some action-adventure movie. The cover showed a half-naked guy wrestling--or was it caressing?--a half-naked woman. What we needed was Spartacus. I took the DVD from him but didn't put it in the machine.
"I should let you sit here," Adam said. He struggled to a sitting position, taking Dmitry with him.
I moved in front of them and put a hand on Adam's shoulder to keep him from getting up. Their legs were tangled: Dmitry's thigh over one of Adam's, his calf nestled between them. He pulled it free so that they sat side by side. Adam's face was flushed and I could see the bulge in Dmitry's pants had only partly settled. I knelt on the floor between them, an arm around each. "You're fine where you are. I wouldn't come between you two."
"I know that." Adam looked uncomfortable.
"And you wouldn't come between us."
"No, of course not." He was fidgeting, looking to Dmitry for reassurance. Dmitry was frowning at me, uncertain where I was going.
"I know you didn't mean to, but you interrupted what we were doing earlier."
"Sorry, I--"
"Look, he's still hard."
Adam's eyes shifted to Dmitry's crotch. A little sound escaped from the back of his throat. I put my hand under Dmitry's balls, running my thumb across their tops to smooth the fabric of his shorts more tightly across them. Dmitry grabbed my wrist.
"Sara. What--?"
"Shhh. Adam doesn't mind." I moved his hand to my breast and held it there, stroking his cock lightly with my other hand. His hand on my breast was dead weight and his face was frozen, but his cock was growing. I rubbed the head to pick up the pre-cum I knew would be gathered there and let it soak through the white fabric, turning it translucent. Adam's eyes hadn't moved since I'd first directed them to Dmitry's erection. If he'd seen Dmitry hard before, he hadn't gotten enough of it.
"This is crazy," Dmitry said, his voice husky. He moved his free hand to intercept mine but Adam caught it tightly in his own.
"It's OK," he said. "We're OK here." We each held one of Dmitry's hands, forming a circle of arms, and eyes, around his cock.
"He's embarrassed about being hard," I said. "But you're hard too, aren't you, Adam?" I didn't know for sure but it was a good guess. Adam swallowed and nodded, his eyes rising to meet Dmitry's. "I'll bet it's uncomfortable in those jeans. Help him, Dmitry." I let go of his hand and pushed it towards Adam. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled the other hand free.
I held my breath.
He reached for Adam.
Adam sat trembling but still as Dmitry unbuttoned his jeans and started to lower his zipper. When it caught, he rose, and Dmitry rose with him. Standing face to face they seemed to sway towards each other as if magnetized. Dmitry's hands were still on Adam's zipper and now Adam moved his to Dmitry's shoulders. I saw Dmitry's long lashes close over his rich, brown eyes as they leaned into each other. Their lips met softly.
"Adam," Dmitry said, raising his hands to Adam's face.
"I've always--"
"I know."
"I'm so hard." Adam's voice shook. He took Dmitry's hands in his and guided them back to his zipper. Together they pushed his jeans over his hips, letting them slide to the floor. I slowly lifted Adam's feet, one at a time, and freed them. Adam and Dmitry didn't even notice. They stood, not touching, holding an eye contact so intense that only they could do it. When I had Adam's jeans off, I backed away. I'd done what I could.
Always Dmitry had been the leader--a little taller, a little stronger, a little older. Now it was Adam who took charge. He pressed Dmitry back down on the sofa, leaning against him to suck at his neck. Dmitry sighed and let his head tip back. Adam's lips worked in liquid circles, his tongue flickering between them to caress Dmitry's silken skin. I knew how his skin felt--firm but supple and unusually warm. I heard a moan and was surprised to realize it was Adam. His erection pressed forward against his boxers and I could see a wet spot forming. Dmitry's moan echoed Adam's. He turned his head to find Adam's lips but Adam shook him off.
"Let me," he said, his hand coming up to Dmitry's chest. "You don't know . . . " He didn't finish the sentence, but I knew. How often had I been entranced by Dmitry's neck, by his strong chin and oddly delicate ears, by the dark smoothness of his chest, hard as his cock beneath my hands, and the nubbly nipples that made him squirm when I pulled on them. Dmitry was making those sounds I knew so well. Adam was finding his sweet spots, his mouth moving more quickly now between neck and ears, and then I saw his fingers pinch a nipple and it was hard to know who moaned first or loudest. It might have been me.
"Demi," Adam said. "Oh God, Demi." He put his mouth where his fingers had been, pulling away and then back in a strong sucking motion. Dmitry was writhing. His hands moved spasmodically on Adam's shoulders and I suddenly knew that I'd always been too gentle.
Adam's hand moved to the back of Dmitry's neck as he lifted his head and pulled it fiercely against Dmitry's. Their mouths met so hard I heard their teeth collide, but they didn't retreat. Their hands rushed over each other as their lips joined and parted and joined again in a flash of tongues. I lifted the edge of Adam's shirt and maneuvered it into Dmitry's hand. He pulled and Adam shifted and the shirt was off and forgotten, no more a reality than I was.
Their naked chests touched. Their lips stopped, clinging to each other, as their eyes opened and met and they slowly separated. For a moment I was afraid they might stop there but then Dmitry put his hands on Adam's pecs. He circled them tentatively, thumbs brushing across his nipples.
"I've never--"
"It works the same," I said.
I don't know if he heard me, but he put an arm against Adam's back and pressed him over it as he's so often done to me.
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Keywords: Demi-Love,