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The highway stretched out ahead, its edges blurred by heat and dust. The truck rumbled steadily beneath Nicolas, a low, familiar vibration that settled in his bones. With one arm, he leaned in the open window, a lit cigarette between his thick, calloused fingers, his other hand kept the steering wheel steady. The landscape passed by, the same boring patches of dry grass only broken up by a field of crops or a lonely barn.

Nicolas yawned and took another drag of the cigarette, smoke curling in the worn cabin of his truck. His cherrywood rosary dangled lazily from the roof of his little enclosure. The leather of his seat creaked when he shifted because his ass started to feel a little sore. He was starting to get tired.

As if they had a telepathic connection, the radio crackled in the console, and a voice sounded from the loudspeaker, “Doublefang to Punisher, are you there?”

Nicholas snorted a laugh. He tossed the remaining butt of his smoke outside the window.

“Littering is a sin,” the voice called from the radio. “I'm tired. Wanna take a break?”

Nicholas glanced in the side mirror and watched the almost identical truck behind him. Livio honked aggressively. The radio cracked again. “Nico, answer me.”

“Relax. I could do with a break as well. Are we done for today?” Nicholas answered over the com.

“Fuck yeah, let's settle at the next stop with a washroom, I want a shower.”

Half an hour later, they parked next to each other in a deserted parking lot of a road stop. Nicholas jumped out of his vehicle, groaning loudly as he stretched his whole body; joints popping satisfyingly.

The sign on the road had hinted at a shop, a diner, and a public bathroom, but the building was outright tiny. That was probably why no one else stopped here, but Nicholas didn't care. He and his brother didn't need much. Livio jumped out of his truck. He too stretched, and Nicholas stared at him shamelessly as Livio adjusted himself in his pants, the bulge always present in his washed-out jeans.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” Livio said, amused. “I need to piss.”

“You're a real romantic.”

“No, I'm tired and hungry. Okay, maybe also underfucked, but who fuckin’ cares. Come on, let's head inside. I wonder what’s up with this place. Just needs a tumbleweed rolling around.”

Nicholas barked a laughter, following his younger brother.

With his broad shoulders, Livio pushed open the door to the small building, a bell announcing their entrance with a weak, metallic ching. The whole place seemed to have gone long in the tooth with its faded wallpapers and the black and white chequered floor that others might title vintage. Dust particles danced in the golden sunlight filtering through one of the windows. An old ceiling fan spun above them, barely stirring the slightly stale air in the room. Soft music, slow, old rock classics, played from somewhere, as if the playlist itself had been frozen in time. Nicholas couldn't help but find it somewhat charming.

The room was split into two areas — on the left side, there was a small shop with gifts, snacks, and other typical gas station items. Also, a few household goods, a small selection of clothing, and a stand with pulp novels and newspapers.

On the right side was a diner. There were the typical seating areas, the benches upholstered in dark red leather, and a counter with a display that appeared to be empty. Old pin-up girl posters hung on the wall; only a jukebox was missing to complete the picture. The lights on that side weren't even on, so it was questionable whether they'd get anything to eat at all or if they'd have to resort to pre-packaged sandwiches. At least the shop was staffed.

The employee sitting behind the counter didn't even look up from his cell phone; his platinum blonde, spiked hair was all Nicholas could see when he approached the register. “Toilets are in the back next to the showers; the door is unlocked,” the boy said flatly, still not caring to look up. He was either trying to seem cool or was very bored.

“Great, I'll be back in a few,” Livio huffed, storming off to relieve himself.

“I guess that's the number one question you get here? This place seems pretty dead,” Nicholas commented and turned a creaking stand with generic postcards. Blondie still didn't bother, acting like Nicholas wasn't even there.

“You’re not very talkative, hm?”

The guy sighed, finally looking up. Nicholas was stunned for a second — he was gorgeous. Fair skin, stunning blue eyes, with a cute beauty mark under one of them, straight nose, and rosy lips… However, his gaze could freeze hell.

“Small talk is a waste of time,” he declared. His eyes looked Nicholas up and down, but there was no indication of whether he liked what he saw. Nicholas, however, couldn't take his eyes off the other, his beauty and aloofness drawing him in.

“Is that why no one is here? I think you’re supposed to be kind and smile at customers instead of sounding indifferent.” Nicholas braced both forearms on the counter and leaned closer to read the employee's name tag. “Nai, hm? Interesting name.”

Nai didn't answer, his attention turned back to his phone. His manner was probably meant to deter, but on Nicholas it had the opposite effect. He was always up for a challenge, especially after all these dull hours on the road.

“We’ve been on the road all day.”

Nai threw him a brief glance, raising one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows like he was saying, ‘Yeah, and?’

“The whole place seems a little outdated. Is the diner still in use?” Nicholas asked, pointing at it with a thick, calloused forefinger that drew Nai’s attention for a mere second. He shrugged. “My coworker is sick, but if you absolutely insist, I could make something.”

“Sure, that would make you employee of the month,” Nicholas drawled. He took one of the lollipops from the counter, making the wrapper crinkle extra loudly as he unwrapped it, just to see if it would get a reaction out of the blonde.

It did. He looked up from whatever he was reading on his phone, glaring, unnerved. Their eyes met briefly, then Nai's gaze dropped to Nicholas' mouth, where he was seductively sliding the lollipop in his mouth, slurping around the cherry-flavored candy head. The bob of Nai’s throat didn't go unnoticed, as he swallowed, his phone slightly trembling in his grip.

Gotcha, Nicholas thought. Nai cleared his throat, betraying his cool when he said, “You need to pay for that.”

“You’ll open a tap for us,” Nicholas simply announced. “We need to stock up on some supplies anyway.” He shoved the candy inside his cheek, teeth slightly nibbling on the plastic stick while he grinned. He straightened, groaning and stretching his arms and back, not because he needed to but because it put his broad upper body on display, muscles stretching under his tight, black T-shirt. A door fell shut, and he momentarily let off of the cute employee. A few seconds later, Livio returned, ruining the mood by saying, “Bro, I pissed for like two minutes straight.”

Together, the brothers went through the gas station shelves, picking supplies while bickering and joking like they always did when they were together. They didn't get to see each other that often. Both had a busy schedule working for the same truck company, and shared deliveries like their current one were rare. Nicholas enjoyed being around him, he adored his little brother. They weren't related by blood, but that didn't matter. It had been destiny that they had met multiple times while they had been in the adoption system, both boys landing in the same foster families over various years. Once they were both adults, it hadn't taken long to find each other for the last and final time and rent an apartment together.

Livio had become a handsome man over the years. He had grown out of his lanky teenage self to become buff and wide, with hard-earned muscle from working on the road, which made every T-shirt sit a little too tight around his bulging upper arms. He had cut his hair since the last time they had seen each other in the apartment a few weeks ago. Nicholas had been baffled; he used to have long, silky hair, and now he wore it in a simple buzz cut. Surely that was easier to maintain, but Nicholas had loved sinking his hands into it when they kissed, when they made out for hours on their shared sofa, or when—

Livio nudged him in the side with his elbow. “Are you zoning out, or do I have something on my face?”

Nicholas blinked and put whatever item he was holding in his hands into their shopping basket. It was hand lotion. Right, his one was empty.

“Sorry. I was just—” He gestured meaninglessly with his hand in the air, but Livio didn't seem to question it. “Yeah, it’s been a long day. I'm starved. We should eat and then take a shower. I checked them out when I went to the toilet, and they look clean.”

“Sounds good. Blondie said he can make us food even if the diner seems deserted.”

“Maybe he's a killer.” Livio laughed. “Nobody else is working here. The parking lot is deserted. He's awfully pretty, so maybe he lures them in and then—” he held two fingers up to his throat, making a cutting motion, “Slits their throat.”

“The lonely hours on the road are doing something to your sanity,” Nicholas mused. He almost dropped the basket when Livio wrapped him in a tight hug, one as clingy as a bear trap. “But I'm not lonely. You're here with me!” his brother exclaimed dramatically.

After that emotional breakout, they brought the basket over to Nai, who finally put his phone down for good. He started scanning the items with a bored expression, but Nicholas didn't escape the glances he threw at them through his shimmering lashes. He probably thought he was sneaky, and Nicholas led him to believe it.

A few bottles of water went through the register. A tray of beer cans and a pack of cigarettes that Nai asked for an ID for — Nicholas handed it over, and the blonde studied it a bit longer than necessary before handing it back with a nod. He continued to scan the items: a bottle of 3in1 shower gel, Alaska Ice scented, chewing gum, gummy candy, an assortment of candy and granola bars, and the hand lotion Nicholas had picked up because he hated having dry hands.

Nai looked up, making sure to meet Nicholas' eyes as he deliberately grabbed the empty lollipop wrapper from the counter and scanned that too. As if the fifty cents would hurt the shop if Nicholas didn’t pay for it. He didn't mind, though, the way Nai stoically put everything in a flimsy, nondescript plastic bag, his expression disinterested and at the same time challenging, was stirring something inside him.

What would it take to wipe that look off his face? What would he look like if he bent him over the counter and fucked him? Or if Livio did it, so Nicholas could watch that pretty face slowly fall apart while Livio's fat cock sank into him.

He held out his debit card to Nai, and their fingers brushed briefly as he took it and finished the payment process. Instead of giving it back, Nai slapped the card down on the counter, an obvious sign that they were done. At least with buying groceries.

“We would like to order something from the diner,” Livio said behind Nicholas, oblivious to his brother’s dirty thoughts. Would he be up for it?

“Then you need to head over to the diner counter,” Nai deadpanned. The brothers made their way to the other side and waited. They could see Nai typing on his phone again.

“Is he not coming? You mentioned there are no other employees,” Livio said, confused.

“I think he likes being a brat,” Nicholas replied. On the black, slightly scratched plastic counter stood a silver bell next to a napkin holder. Nicholas rang it. Across the room, he could see Nai jump in his seat. Nicholas rang the bell again. And again, and watched with a smug face how Nai finally stood up and trudged over.

“Chill,” he huffed, his voice dripping with annoyance, and pressed a few switches behind the counter. One after another, the ceiling lights turned on, bathing the diner area in a warm and cozy light. There was something special about this place. It had a certain calm and cosiness about it.

Nai was surprisingly tall, almost the same height as Nicholas. Only Livio overtowered them both. He slid two laminated menus toward them and then disappeared into the kitchen. Through the narrow hatch in the wall connecting the two rooms and facilitating service, Nicholas could see that the light switched on there as well.

The menus were of simple design, almost a little tacky, and coming out of age like the rest of the road stop. It was like this place had stopped moving in time, still set somewhere from twenty years ago, but it certainly had its charm.

They each ordered a coffee and water, calling out to Nai, who was still rummaging in the kitchen, before looking at the food options. “What would be an easy thing for you to make?” Livio asked because he was much nicer than Nicholas. Nai came back outside, and Nicholas almost choked on his own spit when Nai gifted Livio a kind smile. “What about a sandwich? I was going to make myself one anyway. We have decent bread.”

Oh, so for Livio, he could act nice? Fine. “You'll order us something, I'm gonna bring our stuff to the trucks and take a leak as well.”

“Sure.” Livio nodded towards his brother, then turned back around to smile just as warmly at Nai.

While he now had his chance with the pretty employee, Nicholas went outside. The sun was low in the sky, and the autumn air was starting to feel crisper now that it was hidden halfway by the horizon. They had really stopped in the middle of fucking nowhere. No-man's land, literally just endless looking patches of dry grass surrounding them, the road dusty and deserted.

Nicholas lit a cigarette from his pocket, walking back to their gigantic vehicles to drop the shopping bag off. They should have looked for a place with an actual bed, that would've been a nice change for once. Unless one of them landed themselves a place in a certain blonde's bed. He shook his head over that thought; Livio clearly wasn't the only one being underfucked. But the blonde was just a little too attractive…

The toilets were clean, but with how little traffic this shop saw, it was probably not much to do anyway. After washing his hands and face, Nicholas went back to the diner. Livio was seated at one of the tables. The old leather bench creaked when Nicholas plopped onto the opposite side, taking a sip from a steaming mug. The coffee was alright, better than the instant type one he got stashed in his truck, despite being plain filter coffee.

“Where's blondie?” Nicholas asked while slowly sipping the hot beverage. Livio gestured towards the kitchen, musing on his own mug. “Probably spitting on your sandwich,” he joked and made Nicholas snort.

“You might be right. I think he doesn't like me.”

“I think it’s because you’re intimidating.”

“I’m intimidating? You’re even bigger than me.” Nicholas scoffed with amusement.

“But he offered to make fries when I said I wanted something warm to eat.”

“So he’s actually preparing food and not texting on his phone?”

“Yeah!”

“He really is a hard-working employee,” Nicholas mused, making Livio laugh and almost choke on his drink.

Just a few minutes later, the kitchen door opened and Nai came to their table, serving platters with freshly made sandwiches and crispy-looking fries. “You should eat up quickly. I need to lock up in an hour,” he explained, looking over to a digital clock on the wall.

“What about the showers and toilets?” Livio asked kindly.

“The toilets have a second door from the back of the store, so you can access them even if the store is closed. If you want to shower, you should hurry up, I guess.” He already turned around, and Nicholas watched his round ass in his light blue, skinny jeans until it was vanishing behind the kitchen door again.

“You think he’s hot, right?” Livio asked while swiping a fry through the mayonnaise on his plate. “Of course, have you looked at him?” Nicholas answered.

“Yeah. Pretty face. Legs for days, fat ass. His waist is tiny, though.”

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

Livio shrugged. “He’s a lil creepy, don’t you think? And you said he doesn’t like you.”

“You know those are usually the freakiest.” Nicholas took a bite from his sandwich, sauce oozed from it and ran down his chin. Livio leaned over and wiped it away with his thumb and licked it clean. “You wanna wine and dine him?” he asked, grinning cheekily.

Nicholas dropped his voice, “More like fuck him so hard in my cabin that the whole truck will shake.”

That got him a laugh.

“I bet he's super tight. His personality sure is, but maybe good dick will help him loosen up?”

Livio laughed even harder and replied, “I guess there goes my hope of doing it with you tonight.”

Nicholas took another bite, chewing deliberately before saying innocently. “What if you would fuck him? Bend him over that counter and make him whine. Maybe that would attract some customers? Or we could share him. It’s up to you. If you say no, you'd better come over to my truck tonight.”

Livio paused for a moment, seemingly considering it. “You know, sometimes your mind does incredible things, even if you look like a dumbass,” he then proclaimed, which earned him a friendly kick to the shin under the table.

“Oww, asshole! You think he’d be up for it?” Livio kicked back before he started eating his own sandwich.

“I don’t know, but I suddenly found myself more starved than I expected,” Nicholas answered. “Let's eat up and make a plan.”

The shower room wasn’t very big. It reminded Nicholas of the showers back in his high school gym. That was probably twenty years ago. At this rate, he might really start to believe they travelled back in time.

There were four fixed shower heads with reasonably good water pressure, two extra sinks with a large mirror. A ventilation fan started humming quietly when they turned on the fluorescent ceiling light. They had taken towels and a change of clothes out of the trucks, and now Nicholas leaned against the wall next to the door and watched Livio undress.

Livio’s chest was covered in the same dark hair as his arms, extending down to his navel. It ended in a neatly trimmed bush, which did nothing to hide his heavy balls and a thick, soft cock. In length, he was quite smaller than Nicholas — they had compared since their early teenage years and Nicholas had always won — but their girth was almost the same when they got hard. Nicholas knew the feel of it in his hands, the way it throbbed, the veins protruding along the shaft when he jerked him off. He knew the weight on his tongue, lips stretching around said girth, and he knew how he felt when Livio was almost splitting him open with it, thrusting hard and fast into his ass. The thought alone made his own dick dare to thicken in his pants — but not yet, they had something else in mind today.

His gaze went back up Livio’s body. His face tattoo wasn’t the only one he had gotten over the years; there was another piece on his back, his calf, and the newest one was stretching over his muscular thigh, a stylized cow skull tattoo that symbolized his love for Western movies. They both had gotten new ink that day, Nicholas’ upper arm had been adorned with a human skull instead. (With no deeper meaning, he just thought it looked badass.)

“You’re staring again,” Livio called him out, a wide grin on his face.

“And? I’m admiring the goods.” Nicholas wiggled his eyebrows. “The goods are in front of the store. We had a plan, remember?”

Nicholas sighed, but his brother was right. He heard the water start running as he left the room and went back to the shop to see what Nai was doing. The boy was wiping down the diner table they had sat at, his ass perfectly on display as he leaned over it. Nicholas stepped closer, wondering what would happen if he just pressed his front to Nai’s back. He imagined Nai would let out a cute, surprised yelp. And then Nicholas would probably get an elbow smacked into the face. He really wanted to touch him. This pretty face was purely wasted in a place like this. He deserved to be on a runway. Or on movie sets.

“Can I help you?” Nai said, turning around, apparently aware of Nicholas’ presence after all.

“You don’t really seem to like this job, so excuse me when I say I’m surprised you’re offering me any help.”

“Oh, I actually love it. As you can see, barely anyone stops by, so I just need to do the bare minimum and can stay on my phone all day and then get a decent paycheck.”

If he put it that way, it really didn’t sound that bad. “I see. Well, we do need help,” Nicholas proceeded.

Nai rolled his eyes; his offer had only been an empty phrase. A joke. Nonetheless, he asked, “What is it?”

“Sorry to actually make you work for your money. If you can help us, I’ll leave you a tip.” That seemed to brighten Nai’s mood a little.

“What is it?” he asked again. The tip would be a good, hard orgasm if he was going to help them, and Nicholas had to bite his cheek in order not to grin about that thought. He pointed behind him toward the washroom. “The showers are causing problems.”

“Not again...” Nai groaned in annoyance. “I swear, I'm going to tell Conrad we need to shut these things down completely.”

Oh, well, that seemed to play into their hands.

Nai threw the rag on the diner counter and stomped toward the washroom, with Nicholas on his tail. When he opened the door, a hot cloud of steam hit them. Nai went a step inside, saying, “What's the prob– Oh fuck.” and halted in his movement.

Livio stood under one of the showers and turned around. Water ran in rivulets down his sturdy body, catching in the dips and valleys between his muscles and soaking his beautiful body hair. He was half hard, his cock lying against his thigh with the first hints of interest.

“My friend and I could use some help washing,” Nicholas explained, his breath ghosting over Nai’s neck. He could get a whiff of his smell — some neutral soap, a hint of sweat. He would only need to lean down a little bit more to place his lips on the fair skin. Instead, he asked, “Would you lend us a hand?” Or his mouth or ass or dick, whatever he was comfortable with.

“I knew you meant trouble when you walked in,” Nai responded and turned around, looking at Nicholas blocking the exit. If he told him to make way, he would, but Nai just looked him flat in the face. “Your looks are just screaming rowdy truckers, with your greasy, too-tight shirts and that unshaved stubble.” Their shirts weren’t greasy, but Nicholas let him talk. “You think I didn’t notice the looks you threw at me?”

“I never tried to hide them, unlike you.” Nicholas let his gaze wander over Nai’s face, his neck, and then his chest, making his interest clear once more. “I bet working in this deserted place leaves you pretty lonely,” he said, and playfully flicked the plastic nametag on Nai’s chest. An inch lower and he’d hit his nipple. Would they look as rosy as his lips? Would Nai be receptive if they touched him there?

“The offer stands. Why don’t you close up a few minutes early and join us?”

Nai's gaze followed Nichiolas’ hand, and he nervously licked his lips. Nicholas wanted to kiss him. Now. Press him against the door, gently cup his face to twist and turn it so he would find the best angle to explore his mouth. And after that, he would pull him under the shower with Livio, clothes and all. He wanted to see what he looked like underneath, and together they would peel him out of the wet clothes clinging to his skin. What would he look like with Livio’s dick between those pink lips? How would it look if he wrapped those long, tender fingers around Nicholas’ dick? He wanted to get a handful of that sinful ass, squeeze it, bury his face in it, fuck him fast and hard, and watch his face distort in pleasure while Livio held him in his arms.

Nai didn't know any of these fantasies, but he seemed to have his own thoughts, his cheeks turning a little pink. His eyes searched Nicholas’, and for a brief moment, they shared interest and wonder, but then his expression cooled. “I can’t close up if you’re blocking the way,” he deadpanned, and Nicholas stepped aside. Then he was alone with Livio, only the swirling steam and hissing of the shower being left with them.

“You think he’s comin'? Or is he going to call the cops on us? I can dress—” Nicholas shook his head, interrupting Livio. He had seen the shimmer in Nai’s beautiful blue eyes. The slight twitch, the flush on his face, the way the hairs on his neck had stood when he had rushed past him.

“He’s going to come back.”

He undressed, not bothering to fold his clothes, and tossed them on a sink. Livio motioned him to come closer, and as soon as he was close enough, his brother cupped Nicholas’ face in his hands and drew him in for a kiss. “If he doesn’t come back, we should make use of the time we have with the hot water,” he said between kisses and pressed Nicholas against the cool shower tiles behind them. They didn’t kiss long, but actually washed, the hot water being a blessing after the endless hours on the road.

When the door opened again. Nai leaned slyly in the frame, one arm holding the door open. He watched them, and Nicholas returned his piercing gaze while drawing a soapy Livio into his arms to kiss him again and put on a show for Nai.

Nicholas ran his foamy hands over Livio's back and grabbed his butt firmly to pull him against his body. Their hard cocks rubbed unintentionally against each other, and Livio gasped into his mouth. Nicholas broke the kiss to say loudly, “Would you rather just watch? At least close the door.”

Nai smiled again. He had perfectly straight, white teeth, the kind of smile you found in every toothpaste advertisement. “No one else would come by anyway. You could fuck me on the front counter and no one would notice.” You could fuck me. Nicholas had known. His bitchy manner was just a facade. A protective shield. But the fish had taken the bait, and now it was time to reel it in.

“What about the cameras?” asked Livio, breaking away from Nicholas to glance at Nai, who had now fully entered the room.

“Those old things? I doubt they even make the tapes you need for them anymore,” replied Nai. He slowly opened the pin of his name tag to remove it from his chest and added it to the pile of clothes on the sink.

“Are you two a couple?” he asked. Livio smiled, almost embarrassed. “Something like that. We've known each other for a long time.” That answer seemed to satisfy Nai. He opened the laces of his sneakers, taking off one shoe, then the sock, and then doing the same with the other.

“I’m not sure you really want me around.” Was he joking? They had actively invited him. Livio seemed to think the same. He broke away from Nicholas completely and took a cautious step toward Nai. The boy now had a clear view of Nicholas, and his gaze wandered unabashedly and hungrily over his body before doing the same with Livio. “You're gay, right?” he asked.

Livio nodded. Nicholas shrugged, washing off soap while watching the others. “I don't care how someone identifies themselves. We both think you’re hot.”

Nai's cheeks flushed again. He lifted his T-shirt just enough to expose his hard, pink nipples and the two symmetrical scars beneath his pectorals.

“I’m a guy but don't have a dick,” he said matter-of-factly. “Would that be a problem?”

No, it wasn't.

“Not at all,” said Livio, standing an arm's length away from Nai, where he was dripping water all over the floor.

“What do you have?” asked Nicholas with a mischievous grin, now coming closer as well. He didn't care that the shower was still running, the steam fogging the mirror and obscuring the view in the humid room. The brothers crowded the subject of their desire against the vanity and watched Nai take off his shirt.

He let out a soft sigh and shivered when Wolfwood’s wet hands started exploring his upper body, fingertips tracing his collarbones, then his perky nipples. They were indeed as rosy as his lips. He would make sure to give them proper attention later, for now, he began to open the buckle of his belt and then the zipper of his pants.

“Can I kiss you?” Livio asked, because he was more of a gentleman than Nicholas, who was already shoving a hand in Nai’s pants. His fingers petted over soft pubes and then found an already swelling tdick and wet folds. “Shit, Liv, he’s got a soaking cunt,” he announced, and none of them could say if it was his touch, his lewd words, or the kiss that made Nai moan into Livio’s mouth.

Livio was a great kisser. He always responded perfectly to his partner, took the time to explore and taste the other person, and could do things with his tongue that were not only useful for kissing. Nai reacted beautifully, his last barrier melting away as he wrapped an arm around Livio’s neck. The other hand found one of Nicholas’ pecs, the one with the stylized cross tattoo, and squeezed curiously. He gasped sweetly when Nicholas tucked his clit between pointer and middle finger to jerk it slowly.

Behind them, the hiss of the shower provided a comforting atmospheric white noise while the brothers hoisted Nai onto the free space of the vanity, between the two sinks. He let Nicholas peel off his pants and boxers, his fingers carding through Nicholas’ damp hair as he settled between Nai’s thighs to kiss his flat stomach and tongue his cute navel.

Livio still kissed him thoroughly, content to dishevel Nai’s short hair, pet his neck, his shoulders, and pick up to play with his nipples where Nicholas had left off. Nai moaned quietly when Nicholas’ mouthed over his clit, lips barely grazing his hood to tease him before moving to the insides of his thighs. He shivered, stomach tensing, and then the hand in Nicholas’ hair grabbed him hard to pull him back to where he wanted him.

“Impatient, huh?” He finally let his tongue dive between Nai’s spread legs, licking slowly over his clit before he sucked it into his mouth and mimicked what he had done to the lollipop.

“Hah– I don’t even know your name,” Nai gasped during a particularly deliberate suck, clinging to Livio’s broad shoulders. “You can call me Liv. And he’s Nico,” Livio explained, voice ruddy with lust. “You saw my ID,” Nicholas interjected, parting from Nai’s clit to trace his labia with gentle fingers and tease his entrance.

“Yeah,” Nai answered breathlessly, hips unwillingly jerking whenever Nicholas barely put the tip of a finger inside him before moving to pet another part. He wanted him to be eager, to beg them to fill him. “You look older than you are,” Nai stated.

“I dunno if that’s a compliment or an insult,” Nicholas mused. “How old are you, Nai?” Livio asked. “Twenty-one. Why?”

“Jeez, you’re barely an adult.” Livio took a closer look at Nai.

“You don’t think I’m old enough to fuck two older men?”

Hearing him say that sounded like they were starring in a cheap porn movie. Barely legal twink seduced by older strangers. Nicholas snorted over that mental image. Nai made a dissatisfied noise when he withdrew his fingers and mouth.

“Livio, could you take over? I’m gonna be back in a second.”

Both men looked at him questioningly when Nicholas wrapped a towel around his hips and stepped out of the washroom. He was quick to fetch condoms and, for good measure, lube from one of the shop’s shelves, yet when he came back, the scene had changed.

Livio and Nai had moved back under the spray of the shower. Livio leaned against the wall, the water hitting his face as he had thrown his head back. His hands held Nai’s head, just to have more physical contact but barely guiding him at all, while the other was on his knees in front of him.

It was even better than Nicholas's imagination to watch Nai’s lips stretch around Livio’s girth while he fed the cock to himself. Naked once more, Nicholas placed the items on a small shelf set in the shower wall and started the shower right next to the couple, enjoying the warm water as he watched them.

His balls grew heavier as Nai opened his sky blue eyes to lock their gazes while he suckled on the tip of Livio’s cock. “How does he feel?” Nicholas asked, teeth grazing over his lower lip, and Livio understood the question was meant for him. “Incredible. He’s better at this than you.”

“Excuse me?” Nicholas laughed. “Where did you practice to get this good, hm, blondie?”

Nai let off of Livio with a loud plop sound, licking his entire length once more for good measure and grinning slyly. “You think you’re the first person thinking I’m so lonely?”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow as he watched Nai scoot over to him on his knees. Soft lips kissed and suckled along the inside of Nicholas' right leg, and then licked through the crease connecting leg and hips. Nai looked innocently up to him, his hands tracing the back of Nicholas’ thighs until he could cup his buttocks from below. “But it’s never been two at once before. So you can feel special if you want to.”

Livio threw his brother a surprised look, but Nicholas was too absorbed by the way Nai nosed along his balls, and then took one in his mouth. He felt long fingers pry into the cleft of his ass, exploring, searching, and ultimately finding what they were looking for and teasing him in the same way Nicholas had teased him just mere minutes ago.

“Who’s usually bottoming?” Nai asked curiously between butterfly-light kisses along Nicholas’ heavy shaft. Nicholas was overcome by a strong desire to fuck into his mouth, but he stayed put, pressing the palms of his hands against the damp shower tiles behind him.

“I bet it’s you,” Nai continued. His tongue was quick and velvety smooth, licking the running water from the length once more before he finally took him in his hot, soft, wet, perfect mouth.

He was good, like Livio had stated, but he was struggling once Nicholas’ tip was grazing the back of his throat, and there was still an inch left to swallow. It was admirable how determined he was to take him completely.

Livio whispered a low, awed “Fuckin’ hell” as he watched Nai overcome his gag reflex. Nicholas' legs twitched as he felt Nai swallow, his snug throat closing even tighter around him. “Shit, nobody’s ever gotten it that far,” Nicholas groaned. His hands slipped over the slick wall, trying to find something to hold on to, and he was endlessly thankful when Livio stepped closer, offering himself for Nicholas to cling to — a bulky arm wrapping around his shoulder as Nai choked on his cock.

It was unexpected, it was good, everything about this. Livio’s tongue was in his mouth again, drinking every moan Nai managed to get out of Nicholas. He was going to blow his load too quickly if they kept it up like this, so he soon fisted one hand in Nai’s pristine hair and pulled him off his cock. He moaned loudly in disappointment, but Nicholas instead guided him back to Livio, to keep his eager mouth busy.

The finger that had snuck into Nicholas’ ass stayed, teasing and sending small shocks of pleasure through his whole body whenever it brushed against his prostate. Nai had definitely done this before, seemed to know exactly where to massage, how to suck, and use his tongue. His expression was that of pleasure and a proud self-satisfaction that not only Nicholas seemed to find endearing.

“Can we fuck you? One of us. Both. Whatever you feel comfortable with,” Livio babbled adorably, proving he was just a soft, cuddly bear inside his huge frame. Nai nodded, unable to speak while sucking his shorter cock more easily.

“That’s not really helpful.” Nicholas chuckled. He turned slightly, and after Nai removed his finger, he shut off his shower and grabbed the now slightly soggy pack of condoms. Nai pulled off of Livio’s dick, his lips swollen and spit slick. “I’m not letting you penetrate me both, your dicks are way too big.”

“That I count as a compliment,” Nicholas hummed. “We could toss a coin to decide to gets to do it.”

“There’s a sofa in the break room,” Nai said a little breathlessly, standing up and rubbing the sore pad of his knees.

“Yeah, let's go. That should be more comfortable than the floor.” Livio interpreted the hidden question and turned off the other shower, leaving the room a little too quiet. He grabbed his towel and threw it over Nai’s head, who made a funny oof sound but didn’t argue when Livio rubbed his hair dry and then continued working his way down his body.

Nicholas watched the domestic action while drying himself. This gave all of them a moment to calm down, but none of their erections flagged while Nai led them through a ‘Staff only’-door opposite the shower room. How many people had Nai brought in here already? He seemed very confident in the way he plastered himself on the well-worn leather sofa, removing the towel around his hips to splay his legs and give them a perfect view of his pussy.

Livio, still naked, held a double dollar coin in his hand. The whole situation felt a little unreal, considering he was throwing a coin to determine who was going to fuck the slutty road stop employee, but Nicholas was too horny to care. They were both distracted for a moment as Nai started touching himself in front of them. “Go on, throw it,” he dared them, and Livio grinned at Nicholas, then threw the coin. It quickly spun in the air before he caught it in his fist. “What are you choosing, Nico?”

“Tails.”

Livio opened his hand, holding his breath as they both stared at the coin. “Tails,” Livio announced. “You lucky bastard.” He playfully punched his brother in the upper arm.

Nai huffed a laugh. “You should fuck Nico then,” he said, earning two baffled pairs of eyes back on him. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve never done that.” He lay sprawled out on the length of the sofa, two fingers twisting and scissoring inside himself, no doubt preparing for the girth that awaited him. “You can eat me out while he prepares you. I doubt my single finger was enough. You’re both stupidly thick. My jaw is sore.”

“What have we gotten ourselves into?” Livio asked, amused. He tossed the coin on a nearby table and shoved Nicholas towards the sofa, giving him a playful slap on the ass. Nicholas dropped the condoms and lube on the cushions before he knelt between Nai’s legs, who held his wet fingers to his face. “Open up,” he ordered, and Nicholas obeyed, licking them clean and getting a second taste before he went back down on him. The sofa dipped behind him as Livio settled on there as well. It was starting to get a little crammed, but they would make the best out of it.

Livio was used to preparing Nicholas. He was someone who loved giving as much as receiving and always made sure to make it as comfortable as possible for the person below him. With gentle hands, he guided Nicholas' ass a little higher in the air. Then lube-slick fingers teased Nicholas’ hole, playing with the ring of muscle to ease him into what was going to come. “You’re so good for us,” Livio praised, and explained to Nai, “He loves going down on people. ‘Has a mouth fixation.”

Somehow, it was turning Nicholas on how they talked like he wasn't there. “I can see that,” Nai huffed, a little breathlessly. “I already got wet when he sucked on the stupid lollipop earlier. You should have seen the way he looked at me while he did so. Immediately took up my challenge.” His hips swayed slightly, softly fucking up into Nicholas' warm mouth.

“Fuck! Yeah, keep doing that. Put some fingers inside me. And in him,” Nai said, watching Livio reapply a bit of lube. At the same time as two of his fingers dipped into Nicholas’, he did the same to Nai. They groaned in unison, both relishing in the stretch. “Even your fingers are thick, shit,” Nai moaned. “Make me come, and you can put your cock inside me.”

“You’re a little minx, aren’t you?” Livio mused as he slowly thrusted his fingers into Nicholas’ ass. “Gripping my fingers, pulling them in. They aren’t enough, aren't they? You need more than just fingers?” It wasn't clear if he was talking to or for Nicholas.

Nicholas’ body knew his touch, easily accepting the thrust of Livio’s fingers, eagerly taking the third one he pressed inside along the others. It was pure bliss in combination with Nai grinding on his tongue. The little pants and yelps he did urged him on. He wanted him to come, wanted to already get inside him.

So he doubled his efforts, sucking harder, licking broader stripes through his folds while the pads of his fingers rubbed a spot inside Nai that made him shake harder. “You’re already close,” he murmured against his heated flesh, and Nai nodded. His breathing was ragged and loud, an occasional gasp breaking free when Nicholas found an especially sensitive spot.

He tasted good, a little tart with an underlying sweetness, and his chubby tdick throbbed hard against his tongue. Nai’s lean body tensed up, muscles trembling. He grabbed the sofa cushion, the leather creaking in reply, and his other hand tightened in Nicholas' hair, forcing him back onto his clit to fuck into his mouth and take what was needed to get him over the edge.

“Fuck. Fuck, I'm—”

“Come on, sweetie,” Livio urged him on, and Nai let out a cry when all of a sudden, all the tension in his body snapped, his thighs locked Nicholas' head in for a moment as he convulsed, his insides enclosing his fingers. It was so incredibly hot, and Livio’s fingers in his ass never stopped wiggling, never stopped putting pressure on his prostate.

Nicholas' own body felt on fire. He would cum, he would cum untouched, just from eating Nai’s pussy and Livio's fingers fucking his ass — he pushed Nai’s legs apart to break free, taking a deep breath of air that had been withheld from him. His mouth was sticky, the words heavy on his tongue, spit and slick covering his lips and chin as he tried to protest. “Liv, stop. Liv!” But it was already too late; there was nothing that could stop him from tipping over.

He stained the sofa, cum spilling hot between his and Nai’s bodies, and Livio’s thick fingers fucked him relentlessly through it.

“Fuck.” Nai laughed under his breath. “That looked like it felt really good.”

Nicholas groaned, annoyed, as he lay his head on Nai’s lower abdomen. “Why would you make me cum? Take you stupid fingers ouuuuuh—” Nai chuckled over the sound he made when Livio withdrew his fingers from Nicholas’ insides.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all about me all you want, angel. You know what that means?” Nicholas said, finally finding the strength to sit up. “Now Liv gets to fuck you properly.”

The brothers switched places on the sofa so that Livio was kneeling between Nai’s legs. The boy watched him roll a condom on, then he looked up to Nicholas, who now knelt next to him, seated on a towel on the floor. That way, he got free access to Nai’s whole body and only needed to reach over to touch Livio as well.

He didn’t mind that Livio now got to enjoy Nai’s tight cunt instead. They shared everything brotherly after all, and Nicholas would need a while to be able to go again. So here he was, watching Livio’s dick rub through the mess of Nai’s slick and his spit while he held Nai’s puffy labia open for him.

“Come on, put it in me already,” Nai demanded, shivering.

“Attaboy.” Nicholas pressed his thumb into Nai’s clit, rubbing it agonizingly slowly. At the same time, Livio pushed his fat cock head inside, and Nai’s mouth fell open in a silent moan. “Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it? Slowly, Liv.”

“I am. He’s so… Jesus, I thought you fingered him open?”

“I did. And look how fucking wet he is.” Nicholas showed off his glistening hand, Nai’s slick webbing in slick strings between his fingers. He licked them obscenely clean, humming with content over the heady taste.

“I’m not made of glass, fuck me already,” Nai complained.

“He’s really impatient. But well, if that’s what he wants?”

Nai’s moan was obscene and loud when Livio thrusted forward, pressing all of himself into his hot body at once. His hands clawed at the leather cushions again as he arched his back to meet the pace Livio set for them.

“Takes it like a champ,” Livio huffed, thrusting hard and fast. He held the back of Nai’s thighs in a bruising grip, folding them so he was pressing Nai’s knees into his stomach and fuck him even deeper.

Nai keened at the rough treatment, moaning freely on every heavy exhale. He was starting to lose it completely when Nicholas jerked his small dick to the rhythm of Livio’s thrusts and teased one of his nipples at the same time. He would have loved to suck them, but he didn’t want to miss any of the show.

The couch creaked dangerously, complaining about the rough treatment. The squelch of Nai’s sopping pussy and all their loud breaths and groans completed the symphony of sex. Livio loomed over Nai, fresh sweat running from his temple to his chin and then dropping onto Nai’s flushed belly, which was tensing hard. Nicholas could practically see the way he squeezed Livio’s dick, tight and strong. He had felt it around his fingers before, and now his pelvic muscles were choking Livio’s cock instead.

Livio was just as blissed out. He squeezed his eyes shut, probably trying to think of anything that would let him hold out longer, something so he could keep up this brutal pace.

Nai seemed to notice the way his thrusts became erratic because he huffed, “Just a bit longer, ah–”, and then he slapped Nicholas’ hand away to touch himself instead. It was so hot to watch him just take, or rather give himself what he needed to come once again.

“Shiiit, Nai!” Livio's eyes rolled back, and he gave himself over to the pleasure. He thrusted wildly into Nai, without finesse or control, both men rushing to their releases, and Nicholas didn’t know who he'd enjoy more switching places with.

They climaxed at the same moment — Livio's face relaxed with a relieved “Oh” while Nai looked almost like he was in pain for a second, face scrunching up, a yelp falling from his lips. Nicholas tenderly brushed a strand of sweat-damp hair from his forehead, then he stood up and kissed Livio on the temple, which earned him a hum and a loving gaze from eyes the color of liquid gold.

He walked back to the showers to wet one of their towels, and when he came back, Livio was just tying a knot into the condom and brought it over to a bin next to a small kitchenette. Nai lay on the sofa, eyes closed with a fond smile, clearly enjoying the afterglow.

“You good, blondie?” Nicholas asked, holding the towel out to him. Nai opened one eye to ogle him.

“Mhm. I knew you’d fuck well when you entered the shop,” he said with a satisfied grin, sat up, and took the offered towel to rid himself of the mess between his legs. “I give you more time for another shower before closing everything else. Consider the condoms and lube on the house for your services.”

“Told you, Livio, that he was up to something.” Nicholas smirked.

The next morning, Nicholas woke up in his truck's cabin. As he opened the door to smoke from the driver's seat, his gaze fell on the little store building shimmering in the golden glow of the early morning sun. He grinned around the cigarette filter held between his teeth as his radio cracked. “If you can’t sleep anymore, come over to cuddle with me,” Livio demanded. There was an audible yawn over the line. The little cot in the truck cabin was too small for two men of their build to comfortably sleep together in, but that didn’t keep them from visiting each other when they shared the same delivery runs.

Nicholas crossed the few feet to the other vehicle, finding the door already unlocked and Livio smiling half-naked at him from the driver's seat. Another person was sitting on the bed, smiling viciously at Nicholas.

“You still have some unfinished business from yesterday,” said Nai, spreading his naked legs seductively. Nicholas gulped as he beheld his glistening, obviously aroused sex.

He threw a glance at Livio in bewilderment, but his brother just shrugged. “He was just standing in front of the truck earlier... We've already done it, but he wants more... He promised me fresh coffee if I lure you over.”

“I think I understand why you really like to keep this job,” said Wolfwood, pressing his half-smoked cigarette into Livio's hand and beginning to unzip his pants.

Nai licked his lips with a twinkle in his eyes. “If only that were the case. This doesn't happen as often as your dirty minds imagine. But people like you are welcome to drop by more often. Now hurry up and get on with it.”