Enigma 2: The Trinity // Chapter Five // Justin closed his eyes when Lance’s hands stripped him. He shut them tightly and tried to control the fire searing his insides with each stroke of Lance’s fingers. Each brush against his flesh sent a ripple of uncontrollable desire flooding over him. He shook, standing there in the middle of room, waiting for someone to help him. For one of his friends to take pity and let him come. Let his body get rid of all the pent up anticipation that encircled his soul and made his body weak. Chris was intent on making him squirm, however, and adorned Lance with kisses and slow strokes over his body. Justin wobbled because his body was breaking. Screaming with each moment that ticked. He watched enviously as Lance was touched. As Lance got all the lazy stokes that he craved. That he needed. And he whined lowly because it wasn’t fair. “Please,” he whimpered, dropping his chin to his chest. Chris brushed Lance away with the wave of his hand and circled Justin like prey. “Please?” he laughed. “Please what?” One hand caught Justin’s chin and twisted his face up. “Please what?” Justin sniffled and blinked in the candlelight. He saw Lance reclining on the couch, stroking himself languorously. Watching with those intense eyes. There was nothing he could do as Chris leaned forward, challenging him with a hooded expression. An look that dug straight into his soul. “I...don’t know.” A flicker in those blackened eyes made Justin shrink back, rethink his objective. Chris was too close. Too immersed. Too powerful. It scared him...but he was in agony. Needing to be handled. And Chris was his only option. It was gradually mesmerizing--the way Chris sank into him so methodically--and he was sucked in as time wore away into space.  His eyes dropped away from Chris to stare at Lance...to plead with him to let this torture stop. His erection was throbbing into nothing and he wanted to touch it himself. Let his own palm swallow it up and forget this crazy situation. But Lance was watching, vigilantly. With his legs spread and his lips so dark. Grazing his crotch with one finger. Teasing. And very excited. When their eyes caught, Lance unzipped his pants, springing his cock loose. Showing Justin in the faint yellow glow. Lowering his gaze and licking his lips sinfully. “Stop!” Justin wailed, turning away. Chris grabbed his arms and held him steady. Crushing their bodies together. “Chris,” he hummed, fearful that he couldn’t take anymore. But his erection brushed against Chris’ leather clad thigh and he couldn’t find restraint to hold still. So he arched forward, trying to gain some friction. Make himself come in a heaping puddle of frayed emotions. “Stop?” Chris hissed, removing his leg. He squeezed Justin’s cheeks and stared into wide, smooth eyes. “You stop.” Justin’s knees gave out, collapsing him into Chris‘ body. But Chris held him up, and captured his mouth. Possessing his lips. Mauling his tongue painfully. Drawing what little energy he had from deep inside. From his toes and heart. Sucking it straight out of his body. There was no more he could do so he let Chris take him. He fell into the kiss and allowed Chris’ hands to reach around and grab his ass. It was a collision of meaning...a meaning far greater than Justin wanted. So he moaned against Chris and tried to wiggled closer. Because his erection was finding some resistance that he could use. A leg. His hips thrust against Chris’ thigh involuntarily and he clamped his eyes shut. Ready to just come and have it over with. Then Chris moved away, backed off like a thief. Leaving Justin dazed. “No,” he cried, falling to his knees. A deep laugh rolled from Lance, and Justin stared up into his face. Big green eyes smeared with black. Lips that twisted into a smirk of sorts. Falling back on his ass, Justin grabbed himself and grunted as his face contorted. “Fuck you!” he spat, sliding his hand around his cock. “Fuck. You. BOTH!” He laughed, an insane laugh that toppled from broken lips. It felt almost too good to handle himself, to have orgasm teeter right at the edge of his mind. “I told you,” Chris said lowly, spinning to face Lance in the moving shadows of the room. “He’s too young.” Justin’s hands dropped instantly and he got on all fours. Fury mingled with frustration and he crawled over to Chris. “I’m not too young,” he said. “I’m horny. I’m fucking aching here and you two. You two are playing some mind fucking game I can’t understand.” His hands fixed on Chris’ calves, rubbing insistently. “If you didn’t want me...” It was his last card. A pity card he doubted would work with Chris. But Lance. His face twisted around to catch Lance and his jaw twitched with determination. Then his hands crept up Chris’ legs to his crotch. Grazing over the erection settling firmly. Daring to touch the bulging leather, rubbing his palm firmly over it. Silence was interrupted only by breathing. Hard breathes that impaled the air. Justin repressed a smile as his fingers trailed over the zipper of Chris’ pants, easing it down. He looked up and asked with earnest eyes. Chris gripped his scalp and yanked him back roughly, glaring down with a stormy expression. “Don’t fuck with me,” he said with a sadistic sneer. “Because I’ll win every fucking time.” He let Justin go, but didn’t swat him away. ********** Lance leaned forward to observe. It was something he hadn’t seen. Justin wasn’t giving in. He refused to crumble, to ball up on his side and jerk off. He was refusing to let Chris win easily. With great interest, he inched to the floor and moved closer, slithering along the carpet until he was beside Chris’ legs. Intrigue flashed over him as Justin’s lips parted and Chris’ flesh was exposed. Justin’s eyes flickered in the candlelight leaving Lance to gape. Gape at the black leather that pressed against Justin’s cheek and the familiar cock that now disappeared in and out of Justin’s mouth in a beautifully composed dance. A dance he couldn’t have guessed Justin knew. He longed to touch too, so he ran his hand around the back of Justin’s neck and massaged evenly, relishing the rhythmic bob of Justin’s head. And the soft inhale and exhale of breath tumbling from Chris. Closer he moved, captivated by the scene. Immersed in a surge of raging heat that swam over his body. Tilting his head he watched Justin’s profile, his pulse beat against his skin and his tongue flit against his lower lip. His other hand slid up Chris’ leg, his fingers digging into the leather. He could hear Chris making sounds, raw throaty rumbles that he’d never heard before. Fiendish glimmers of the night crawler inside. That crude intrigue that Chris exuded--the one that captured Lance in the first place. The rumble curled in the back of his throat, sliding through his lips before he could stop it--a covetous moan to warn he was coming in. Lance let go of Justin’s neck and nudged him a little. Edging his way in a bit. A small glance up at Chris drove Lance in with conviction. One look at Chris face dancing in the wavering darkness--at the controlled ecstasy across his face--and Lance struck out with his tongue. He felt Justin’s mouth and green eyes met blue in a sign of synchronization. Of uniting to break all control standing over them. They’re mouths met, smashed together in a crafty kiss. Shifting their bodies toward each other, they let their tongues twirl outside of their mouths, let the battle take place in the open air where Chris could see. *********** Chris felt the air swirl around his cock and shook his head. Glancing down, his eyes widened as Justin and Lance kissed, as their bodies took form as one. It unnerved his restrain a bit, to see something this erotic. This unanticipated. He smiled slowly and reached down--one hand placed firmly on the back of each head. Pushing them forward. Crushing their kiss deeper. Then, with just as much inconsideration, he jerked them apart and forced their faces upward. Black smudged across their perfect skin, a symbol of lust. A smear of pure desire. Lance moved first, fighting against his hold to press his lips against Chris’ cock. Struggling to have his taste. Chris gave him space, curiously. Then Justin followed suit and soon the two of them had his erection between their lips, each one taking a side. Licking up and down in zigzag patterns that made Chris’ eyes roll and his knees buckle. He stumbled back involuntarily, his body wrecked from the sensation. But they kept steady with unblinking eyes. Moved over his length like vultures, taking what they needed. Alternating nibbles and licks against his searing flesh until he growled and threw his leather coat off, dropping it to the floor in a heap. The silver shirt he wore clung to his skin and Chris narrowed his eyes as Lance reached under it to find his nipple. Slipping his fingers around the ring, Lance tugged sharply, knowing exactly how much pressure. Understanding Chris and his body. “Fuck!” Chris cried, pushing them both away. He ran his fingers through his hair and forced a breath before grabbing Justin’s leash. With his other hand he gripped Lance’s wrist and yanked them both forward. Sinking down into the couch, he urged them back to their knees and spread his legs, shoving their heads back down. Motioning for them to continue. Regaining himself to the point of comfort. Remembering who he was--and where he came from. Because it was better than anything he could have expected. It had been a simple plan really. Let Justin see, but not touch. Let Justin drop out like he’d thought he would. Let Lance see Justin was simply a horny kid with no understanding of energies and sexual freedom. But Justin had proved a formidable plaything, keeping more self-control than Chris had anticipated. Not backing down. Floundering only once after a long day of tests. He deserved reward, Chris thought as tongues wrapped around him and hands curled around his balls. Irreverent heat flooded his body and he leaned back, fingering his own nipple ring. Running his other hand over Lance’s hair. Stroking his head gently. Appreciating Justin’s lips and Lance’s tongue. He pondered the situation with great care. Debating on how far to push. “Lance?” he murmured, stroking the damp blonde spikes. “Lance are you ready to take this to the next level?” Lance’s head emerged, and Chris saw the lust drenched stare.  “Justin is going to fuck you now,” he whispered as his hips thrust a little. “That‘s alright with you, right?” Lance was spellbound, obviously, and was chewing on his lip as he struggled to stand. “Undress him Justin. Go ahead.” Justin was next to look up, his blue eyes cloudy with want. Chris could feel his hands tremble as they drifted from his legs to Lance’s body. And in the warm glow, Justin undressed Lance, and Lance finished undressing Justin. Chris watched breathlessly. When they were naked, they touched each other. Eagerly. With fingertips and mouths. Aggressively at times. Amusing Chris--in the most erotic of ways. Their bodies slid to the carpeted floor and Chris leaned back, stroking himself leisurely. Practicing his art. Letting his hand travel slowly over the hardened flesh. Sighing contentedly as Lance eased over Justin's body. ************* Lance could feel Justin tremble beneath him. He turned his head and stared at Chris, smiling faintly into the corner of the room, before turning his attentions back to Justin. Bending his head, he licked along Justin’s jaw, over the scruff that tickled more than poked, up to his ear. “Have you ever fucked a guy, Justin?” he whispered, running his lips along Justin’s outer ear. Justin sucked in sharply before shaking his head no. “I’m going to help you then,” Lance said, sliding off Justin to lie beside him. “Because this is what Chris wants.” “Is this what you want?” Justin whimpered as Lance’s mouth found his nipple. Lance looked up, his green eyes sparkling mischievously. “If it turns Chris on, it turns me on.” He stared at Justin’s hand, the electric blue nail polish glinting in the candle’s flame--and dragged it to his cock. Placing Justin’s fingers around it. “This is my deal,” he reminded Justin. “My proposition. You’re my responsibility.” Justin nodded, barely, and Lance licked his lips, enjoying the warm hand on him. He rolled onto his back and craned his neck, shifting his eyes to Chris. His stomach lurched when he saw Chris sprawled out, touching himself with a half grin over his face. Lance’s head cracked back to the floor and he closed his eyes, letting Justin’s hand work him. Letting his stomach flutter with every emotion that sailed over him. “Lance?” Justin asked, and Lance let his eyes open, coming to rest on the blue eyes beside him--blue rimmed with black streaks. Quite the Goth look, he mused. “Yeah?” Justin looked down, then back up. “I want to fuck you now. Can I?” Lance’s chest heaved and he sat up a bit. Chris’ foot slid the glass over and Lance picked it up. Blood red liquid. “Drink this,” Lance said, tipping the glass to his lips. “What is it?” Justin asked, pulling back a bit. “Trust. Lesson one.” Lance held the back of Justin’s head and watched as the thick liquid dribbled down Justin’s mouth. He watched him swallow with squinted eyes and licked the stray drops from the corner of his lips. Justin’s chin slumped a bit as the drink slipped into him. Wobbly. And high. Grinning at Lance with sloppy eyes. Lance placed the glass down and reached for the condom, leaning in to run his lips against Justin’s. He took Justin’s hand and brought it to his cock, to the tip where liquid oozed with obvious intent--and urged Justin’s fingers to lap it up. “Use it,” he said, watching Justin's’ hands attentively. Lance laid back and guided Justin’s fingers between his legs, showing Justin what to do. Pushing Justin’s wet fingers in, one at a time. Biting his lip as his eyes imprisoned Chris’. “That’s it,” he cooed, throwing his head back. “Perfect.” Justin was panting, staring at him with wild drunken eyes. Attacking suddenly without inhibition. His hands seized Lance’s hips and he moved his fingers in and out. Suddenly there was that same look Lance knew as his own facing him. Grunting. Passionate and overcome. Using his teeth to tear the package, Lance grabbed for Justin and unrolled the disc slowly, sheathing his cock, preparing for the consummation. The transfer of little boy to man. Chris’ primordial sounds spurned him onward, eliciting sensuality into his brain. The air that whooshed in and out of his body. Blinking back to Justin, he nodded. lying back. Gripping Justin’s cock, he situated it and watched. Lifting his legs over Justin’s shoulders. Savoring the second. The very moment in time when Justin would do this. He expected trepidation. He got none. Justin thrust in roughly, like an animal, pumping furiously with darkened eyes. Little beads of sweat plopped down onto Lance’s cheek as he clutched Justin's arms. Twisting his head to the side, he saw Chris’ expression grow stormy and excited--and bit down on Justin’s shoulder. The trinity was coming together. Three beings experiencing the same feelings. Melding into one for the blip in time. Sweat poured. Hips thrust. Hands stroked. Bodies rocked. Cries escaped. Justin swallowed thickly, and Lance could see the anguish flitting away. The pain replaced by a higher form of pleasure. His eyes fluttered and his mouth dropped open. A muted sob choked and his body tensed. Lance could see, very clearly, and he began to masturbate. To catch the tail of the ride. His hand rubbed against Justin’s stomach, biting the hot flesh. He wanted Chris though, longed to see the approval in Chris’ eyes. He got none. All that faced him was that enigma--one that watched with mysterious eyes. Full of lust but not out of control. Not fractured. Lance moaned loudly to entice. To mind fuck. But Chris simply sighed as his hand fondled his balls. An entertained sigh. The moment cemented as Justin came, a flurry of tiny moans that fell together in a wicked song. Lance dropped his hands, unwilling to spoil his energy on his own hand. Not when so much was at stake. Their bodies tangled, limbs strewn and hair damp. Hearts pounding, pulse points pressed tighter unintentionally. ************* Chris slunk from the couch and crawled over, stroking Justin’s back. “Very nice,” he whispered. “I didn’t think you’d do it.” Justin’s head turned, his face red and his expression sluggish. A mind blur. Slow motion. He drifted away from Lance, urged on by Chris’ hands. Inching away on his belly, he curled up near the couch and struggled to keep his eyes open. Mere glimpses of Lance and Chris stuck like photographs in his mind. Clips of the two fucking. Lance lying back while Chris nestled between his legs. Lance’s face flushing and his mouth opening and closing. His pretty eyes smudged. His lips now almost their own shading. He caught peeks at Lance coming. And of Chris fucking Lance. Little moans and gasps. But his eyelids were heavy and the post orgasmic lull of sex took him. “Jesus Christ!” Lance gasped. And it sounded so far away. **************** He woke alone in his bed, his eyes caked and crusted with makeup. Drowsily he scratched at his stomach and wiggled against an erection. “Lance?” Justin called out into the dark, but no one answered. He wandered into the bathroom and flipped the light on. Staring at the bite mark embedded in his flesh. Lance’s bite mark. Gazing at the message : * Into freedom you have come. Don’t let it get away from you* Written in Lance’s black lipstick. He traced the waxy residue with his fingers and smiled. Not knowing exactly what it meant, or why. But he had a feeling he knew enough. 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