Halloween, Jarheads Style

post Out of the Closet Dick fiddled with the small black band around his neck, wondering again if this was a good idea. He still had time to grab one of the white sheets out of the closet and make himself a Roman toga. He'd certainly be wearing more if he did that, not to mention coming up in the world, from slave to senator. He'd seen the pictures on the 'net and hadn't been able to resist, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to be seen in public like this and Rig really wanted to go to this party and Dick knew the man wouldn't on his own. He was next to naked, wearing nothing more than the skirt from his couple years ago gladiator costume, his nipple ring and the slave collar. The pictures had looked sexy, and he did look sexy, but... "Jesus fucking Christ!" Rig's voice was stunned. "Oh... oh, God, aren't you something else?" He turned to face Rig, sexy look ruined when he came face-to-face with a Texan in a gorilla suit, monkey head held under his arm. He laughed. "Oh, God, now I *know* I've got to change." "Oh, no... it's perfect! I'll be your trained monkey, scampering around, nuzzling under your skirt." Rig's eyes were shining, running over his body. "Fuck, Pretty -- you look fucking edible. Rock seen you yet?" He shook his head, caught in the way Rig was looking at him. Rig's hand slid down his chest, eyes flashing. "I remember when you wore this skirt the first time. Creamed my fucking jeans. The look on Rock's face, when he felt you were oiled for him? Fuck..." "Jesus fucking Christ!" Rock's voice was just as stunned as Rig's had been. "Isn't he something else?" Rock was looking at him now the way Rig was, the two of them staring at him like they'd never seen anything like him before. He felt his cheeks get warm and couldn't believe he was fucking *blushing*. "Rock?" At Rock's grunt, Rig continued. "I vote you put the bowl of candy outside, I'll take off the monkey suit and we fuck that sweet ass into oblivion." "Yeah. I can live with that." Rock didn't move though, just kept staring, licking his lips. "Sweet fuck, kid, you're trying to kill me, right?" "The porch light, Rock. The candy." Rig was wiggling out of his costume, eyes hot. "Hurry." "What? Oh, right." Rock wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him in for a quick, hard kiss before disappearing down the hall. He watched Rig strip down, losing the bulk of the fake fur and padded muscles, ending in a tiny pair of workout shorts and a tank top, already just sweat-sheened from the costume, and hard, a spot of dampness staining the shorts. "Wow, you're looking pretty fucking edible yourself." Rigger chuckled, "Hot, sweaty and horny as fuck's got nothing on you, Pretty." "It looks pretty damn good from where I'm standing." "Yeah, me, too," agreed Rock. "But you're definitely the main attraction at this show, kid." Rig nodded, walking around him, fingers touching here and there. "Where should we start, Rock?" "That thing around his neck stays." "Yeah." Rig's lips were suddenly wrapped around his nipple, tugging the ring steadily. "This too. Lose the skirt?" "Uh-huh." Rock sounded distracted, but he moved to take off the skirt, fingers searching for the button. The warm, blunt fingers slid along his skin as Rock continued unsuccessfully to search. "I'll get it. Get yourself a kiss." Suddenly Rig was on his knees, one hand sliding under his costume to stroke his balls. He locked his knees before they could fail on him and then Rock's mouth was on his, large, warm hands sliding over his skin. It was fucking good and promised to just get better. There was nothing like being the centre of attention when these two were the ones doing the attending. Rig's hands found the clasp of his costume, unfastening it and then sliding the material down as Rig's lips moved over his belly, his hips. "God, we've got ourselves a sexy one here, Rocketman. Fucking edible." "You keep saying that," he murmured. "Are you going to? Eat me up, I mean." Those happy grey eyes laughed up at him. "Shit yeah, Pretty! That's what I *do*." With that, Rig's tongue licked a long line of heat up his shaft, then swirled around the head. He would have laughed but his breath got caught in the back of his throat and then Rock's mouth was covering his again. His hands came up to grab at Rock's shoulders, trying to steady himself. As Rock took his mouth in a fierce, hard kiss, Rigger started sucking his prick, fingers rolling his balls. He pushed noises into Rock's mouth, groans and moans and gasps that had to get out as best they could. He clung to Rock's shoulders, sensation overwhelming him. Rig was humming, fingers moving back to press against his hole, rubbing in slow circles. Holy fuck, they were going to have him coming before he was even warmed up and all he could do was just stand there and try not to fall down. It was damned hard to resist though, Rig pressed tight against one leg, Rock's prick rubbing his belly. His mouth and cock and ass were getting worked and then Rock's hand tugged the ring in his nipple. He shouted into Rock's mouth, body snapping tight as he shot his load down Rig's throat, pleasure sparking along his skin, sharp wherever hot skin touched him own. As soon as Rig's mouth slipped off his cock, Rock had them spread out on the bed, Rig's shirt torn off, Rock's shorts thrown across the room. He reached out, rubbing whatever skin he could find -- Rock's ass in one hand and Rig's ringless nipple in the other. Rig leaned over, kissing him deep and hard, mouth flavored with his come. Those long fingers were petting his belly, his hips, his inner thighs. He spread his legs wide, feeling wanton and needy and fuck, but he would do just about anything they asked right now, as long as they kept touching him. Fuck almost, he'd do anything. Those touches never stopped, Rock's hands joining Rig's, two hard cocks sliding against his skin. The kisses moved, liquid and hot -- Rig and Rock tongue-fucking each other's mouths was the sexiest thing he'd ever fucking seen. At least until the kiss stopped and they turned to him, bringing their heat to him. There was nothing like a three-way kiss. Not a fucking thing to compare to it. He'd shared kisses with Rock and he'd shared kisses with Rig, but the ones he liked the best, the ones that got him right down to his toes, were the ones they made all together. His own tongue tangled with Rock's, with Rig's, their tasted mingling with his own, filling his mouth, his nose, his head, making him hard and needy again. Rig was rocking against him slow and steady, hunger building, moaning every now and again into their kiss. "So fucking good." He murmured an affirmative, hand running down Rig's back, finding his ass and encouraging the motions of his hips. Rock pulled away from the kiss, fingers moving over his lips, pushing into his mouth. "You know I can't remember the last time we made a sandwich out of the kid." "'s been too long, Rock. Too fucking long." Rig's grin was evil. "You want his ass or his mouth?" "Decisions, decisions..." Dick groaned, arching his body, trying to find stimulation for his aching cock. "I'll suck Rock -- 's been too long since Rig fucked me." Rig fed a sweet, needy noise into his mouth, hips pushing that cock against his skin. He put his hand behind Rig's head, pulling him in closer, wanting more of the noises, more of that need. A soft whimper pushed in, then another, Rig rocking faster, cock leaving a hot trail on his skin. "Feel so fucking *good*, Pretty." "You come now and the kid's gonna miss out on his fucking, Rig." "Spoilsport." Rig leaned over and nipped Rock's lips. Rock chuckled. "Just keeping the fucking on track, Rig." "We can always count on you to keep us on track, Rock." Rig chuckled, reaching out to tweak Rock's nipple ring. "Hand me the lube?" Groaning, Rock grabbed Rig's head and pulled him in for short, hard kiss that Dick swore he could feel. Then the big guy was reaching over for the lube, handing the tube to Rig. Dick moaned, legs spreading wide in anticipation. Slicking his fingers, Rig grinned. "Hand and knees, Pretty. Sandwich, remember?" A shudder went through him. "Yeah, right." He turned over, assuming the position, nuzzling against Rock's hard belly as he spread his legs wide as he could for Rig. Fuck he wanted this. Rig didn't tease -- much. Those long fingers pushed part-way in until he groaned, then thrust in deep, finding his gland and nudging it hard. "Fuck!" He jerked hard, face pressing into Rock's belly. "I think he likes it," chuckled Rock, hands sliding down his back, settling in to stroke across the sweet spot just above his crack. "Yeah? What makes you think so?" Rig and Rock played him -- inside and out -- soft chuckles and the sounds of kisses pouring down on him. "You hear those sweet sounds he's making? That makes me think so." He hadn't even been aware he was doing it and he couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to, they just were, like the shivers that raced up and down his spine as Rig continued to hit his gland. "Oh, yeah. Those 'gee, I was born to be a porn star' noises, Rock?" "Yep." Rock's hand was still playing his back, the other one coming up to tug at his nipple ring and fuck, they were melting him and he really should have been trying to melt back, but he wasn't sure he could remember how to breathe, let alone anything else. "You think he's ready yet, Rock? Or does he need more?" Rig bent and licked the top of his cleft, moving to scrape sharp teeth along the small of his back. He nearly shot his load then and there, shudders running deep. Rock chuckled. "I think if you don't get in there soon, you won't get in there at all." "Oh, I can't have that." Rig's mouth was suddenly at his ear, voice whispering harsh. "Want to fuck your sweet ass, Pretty. Need you." He shuddered again. "Then shut up and do it already," he hissed. Rock laughed. "Kid's learning." Rig bit his earlobe. "You're getting as pushy as our old man." Then Rig leaned up and the wide, thick heat slid into his body, pushing deep. As he opened his mouth to moan, Rock's cock slid in, just as smooth and sure as Rig's. His men moved together, pressing deep and strong, working together. Working *him*. Rock's fat prick stretched his mouth wide. Rig's cock made his ass burn just a bit before the sensation settled into pleasure. Fuck it was good. He started to move with them, picking up the rhythm and rocking forward and back. "Fuck, he's tight." Rig's hands were hot and hard on his hips, tugging him back onto that thrusting cock. He squeezed his ass around Rig's cock, sucking hard on Rock. He could feel the leather of the collar around his neck, a strange weight. The angle of everything changed as Rig and Rock moved together to share a kiss, the cocks inside him shifting and jerking. He moaned hard around Rock's prick and pushed back, trying to get Rig to move harder, faster, more, now. A soft, strained chuckle sounded. "Somebody wants something." "I don't think he's in any position to be demanding anything, do you?" Rock asked, pushing his cock deeper. "Nope. In fact, I'm thinking he was wanting to play slave boy this evening." Rig's fingers squeezed, cock slamming into his ass. Oh, fuck, he was going to get it now. He wriggled and hummed happily, shivers running through him. "Wanted to be nice and fucked. Hard." Rig groaned, slamming harder and harder, pushing his lips onto Rock's prick. He squeezed his ass again a few times, and then gave up on trying to make it good for Rig and just rode it, managing to keep some suction going on the prick on his mouth. "Fuck! Fuck, yes!" He heard Rock groan and Rig cry out, hips jerking. He arched and whimpered. It felt so fucking good, being used by two cocks like this, by *these* two cocks and men. Heat inside his ass and inside his mouth, thick and hard and silk sliding in and out of him. Fucking him. Rig leaned down, hot against his back. Hands found his nipples, tugged against his ring, cock moving harder and harder, hips jerking into him. Oh, fuck! He pushed back hard, sucked harder, skin vibrating with pleasure. He just needed... "Pretty!" One of Rig's hands slid down to his cock, pulling hard and steady, while Rock's hands fell to his head, hips fucking his mouth hard. Yes! He would have screamed if he could have, instead the sound stayed inside him, deep into his muscles and bones, adding to the pleasure that was filling him so completely. It gathered in the base of his spine and his balls and then shot from his cock. Heat filled him, Rig and Rock both grunting and groaning and jerking into his body. He sucked on Rock's cock, pulling all the salt and bitter and Rock taste from the thick cock, ass clenching hard around Rig's prick. Rig's mouth moved over his shoulders, sobbing against his skin. "So fucking good, Pretty. So good." He groaned, eliciting a shudder from Rock, the big guy letting his cock slip slowly away. They slumped together on the bed, Rig atop him, Rock close beside. Rig's hands stroked over his sides, his shoulders, the edge of his collar. It made him shudder, made him shiver and moan, pressing up against Rig just a bit. Just a bit of leather, but there was something about it that made it more as well. Rig's chuckle was soft, warm, so fond. A warm cheek settled on his neck, lips moving slow. "Sex on a stick, I'm telling you." "I thought that was you," he murmured, arching beneath the soft touches. Rock grunted. "Wouldn't throw either of you out of bed for eating crackers." "Take a note, Dick. I'm eating cheddar and Ritz in here tomorrow." "Asshole," asserted Rock as Dick laughed. "Yep. Y'all's, though, so that's cool." Rock chuckled and leaned past Dick to kiss Rig. He turned his head, watching lazily. Fuck, they were amazing together. Rig's eyes were open, watching Rock. Then they turned on him, warm and happy and shining, and Rock pulled him in and they were all kissing again. As he greedily pulled their flavors into himself, he knew, Halloween costume or no, he was theirs. And no matter what angle you looked at it from, that was a good thing. End.