Threesome

Thomas had always been the kind of friend that everyone would want backing them up. He never went back on his word, always staying loyal to the promises he made. He never pondered over the ‘what if’s’ and ‘maybe’s’; what if he hadn’t taken his grandmother up on her offer? What if he never left his mother to come to this forsaken town? What if he’d never met Jeff? Maybe his life would have been completely different had he continued his life in France. Maybe he would have turned out to be a different person. Maybe inviting the twins to join the Music Club was not such a good idea on his part…

“Thomas.”

“Thomas.”

“You said there would be fun and excitement involved–“

“–That our lives would be greatly enriched when we joined the Club.”

“Where is the fun?”

“And the excitement?”

“We don’t know about you, but looking at you, having you look at us then throwing our glances to James   and Ronald   only to have our looks returned–“

“–is not our idea of excitement.”

“We want drama.”

“We want ogling eyes and drool.”

“We want something to do because…”

“We’re boooooooooooooooored!” both finished simultaneously, eyes fixed firmly on the exasperated form of Thomas, spread out ungracefully on the sofa in front of them. He had one arm thrown casually over his eyes, lips set to a firm, straight line as he desperately wished away the oncoming headache and the cause. More appropriately, causes.

“Thomas!”

“Okay! Okay! Fine,” Thomas huffed. He was usually a very patient person, but now found his patience stretched to the limit. “Why don’t you…err…help Jeff with whatever he’s…doing?” he trailed off suddenly, allowing his eyes to scan around the room, only to find it deserted. The spot where he swore Jeff had been sitting at just a few second ago was vacated. Even Ronald   and James   seemed to be missing.

Unbeknownst to him, Ashton and Lean, following his eyes for a moment, had stopped as their gazes locked with each other. There was a slight menacing gleam twinkling in the corner of their eyes as proverbial light bulbs went off over their heads.

“It’s okay, Thomas,” Ashton muttered, taking a step forward until he was looming over the side of the three-seater sofa Thomas was spread out on. His hands planted casually on his hips as Lean came up on the right, at the edge of the sofa standing by the top of Thomas’s head; his hair falling over his eyes as he leaned down slightly, looking Thomas straight in the eye though upside-down.

“We’ve thought of something fun to do,” Lean explained, hand reaching down to tilt Thomas’s chin upwards until his forehead nearly touched Lean’s chin. He spoke in a husky tone that rang of unmistakable amusement as Thomas’s eyes took on a look of bemuse.

“And it wouldn’t be that much fun with too many people watching,” Ashton added, planting his knee down on either side of Thomas’s waist until he was crouching over the slender teen, his crotch rubbing up against the front of Thomas’s thigh, causing a blush to spread across his pale cheeks.

“W-what are you two doing?” stuttering out his question, Thomas moved to sit up, but a hand on his chest pushed him gently but firmly onto his back. This time though, instead of feeling the expensive, silk clad pillow cushioning his head, he felt Lean equally soft thigh supporting the back of his head.

“Why, testing out our methods of conduct of course. We were coerced into joining this Music Club, weren’t we? The least we could do was test out the quality of our hosting before putting it to use.”

“I understand that, but–“

“Shush, Thomas,” said Lean, placing a finger over Thomas’s lips to silence him. “We know what we’re doing. After all, when you decided that you must have us join the club, you surely had some trust in our capabilities, our…gift in pleasing the customers you might say.”

“I do, it’s just…”

“Come on, Thomas. Live a little.”

By this time, Ashton was sliding so much closer to Thomas that he could feel the heat of his breath wash over his face with every uttered word. He smelled like pepper and cinnamon, as opposed to Lean, whose minty aroma invaded Thomas’s nostrils. At this moment, all outside sounds became muffled to Thomas’s ears as he came to the sudden and brilliant deduction. He knew how to tell the twins apart…given that he would have to be able to come close enough to sniff them whenever he had the urge to do so, of course.

“Why the sudden quiet, Thomas?”

Snapping out of his reverie, Thomas shifted his eyes up, meeting Lean’s kind look.

“I was just…thinking.”

“About what?”

Thomas tinkered with the idea of telling him about his sure-win method in telling them apart, but eventually decided otherwise. They would surely find away to change their smell if that happened. No, this would be his little secret.

“Nothing in particular,” he answered, coming to the realization that laying on his back with his head on Lean’s thigh was not such a bad position to be in and had it not been for Ashton menacing form looming over him, a sign that something sinister was imminent, he would even go as far as to say that it was comfortable.

“Do you want to play a game, Thomas?” Ashton asked. “It’s a new one we just came up with. It’s a lot of fun too.”

Though he knew better than to trust the twins whenever they had ‘something fun’ in mind, he nodded his head nonetheless. However, he found himself reconsidering his decision soon after when he felt and heard the sound of a zip being opened.

“I don’t think–” he began, but found his words silenced when a pair of lips lowered down onto his. His eyes flew open, but the only thing he could see was a tiff of auburn hair and the ceiling. Judging by the fact that he could still feel the button of his pants being undone, this could only mean that the lips currently attached to his own belonged to Lean. He decided at that moment that maybe Lean’s lips were not such a bad place to be attached to, really.

He felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach when Ashton’s cold hands came in contact with him, feeling the soothing strokes as his fingers brushed across the length of him. He wanted to say that Ashton had very soft hands, but by this time Lean’s tongue had managed to penetrate his still closed lips and was now roaming free deep within his mouth. The only sound that emerged was a muffled groan. It seemed like an eternity before Lean broke the kiss, pulling back slightly though his palm was still cupping Thomas’s cheek.

Thomas found himself caught between wanting to throw Ashton off him, jump to his feet and run around Hilltower a few times until he found Jeff and wanting Lean to kiss him again while Ashton moved onto second base and finally did something useful with that mouth of his.

“Did you like that, Thomas?” he heard Lean inquire, to which he replied with a grunted ‘yes’. “Do you want to do it again?” he added, just as Ashton’s voice interjected;

“Want to move onto the most exciting part?”

Thomas took a moment to wonder whether telekinesis was one of the powers that had been passed onto the twins, but he agreed anyway. After all, never let it be said that Suoh Thomas, son of the esteemed chairman of Hilltower High School, ever did things half way.

He watched with half interest as Lean’s face lowered and he found his lips once again locked in a passionate kiss with Lean. He moaned slightly, the pleasure building up a flurry in his stomach. But soon, the feeling became almost unbearable when he felt the length of him being engulfed by Ashton’s mouth; his playful tongue licking the tip. Thomas could almost feel the smile playing at his lips as the twinkle of mischief sparkled behind his irises.

Biting back a moan, he tilted his head back slightly, but that move only burrowed his head deeper into the middle of Lean’s thighs, closer to his–

“Thomas?”

Thomas snapped his eyes open, only now realising that Lean had pulled away and Ashton had stopped his licking. Both were now hovering over him with a slightly worried expression on their faces.

“Are you okay?” They asked.

Thomas didn’t answer. Was he okay? Was he okay with the fact was he was currently bring defiled by a pair of twins that, only with the support of his never-give-up attitude, he’d managed to talk into joining the club? Was he okay with the fact that he was the senior and should be the level headed one, not the one desperately craving Lean’s lips upon his own, or that Ashton not stop whatever he was doing for the sole reason that he was very good at doing it? Was he okay with the fact that he was doing something that was quite possibly immoral with two people that were obviously not Jeff? More importantly, was he okay with the fact that–

“Oh, to hell with it!” he uttered suddenly, throwing an arm out and grabbing Ashton by the side of his head before pulling his lips onto Thomas’s. Both of them seemed slightly startled by this sudden action. But the shock passed as quickly as it came. Soon, Thomas found that the fluttering in his stomach had begun again, but it wasn’t he was kissing Ashton (who was unmistakably kissing him back) but because the tickling sensation near his left ear where Lean’s fringe was brushing up against his neck, and feeling the light, feathery kisses the younger twin was tracing across his shoulder. He didn’t know when exactly his jacket was discarded to the floor, or when two other pairs joined it. He didn’t notice the buttons of his white shirt being undone at the top and the collar being pulled down, baring his broad shoulders. The only thing he noticed was the way Lean’s lips seemed to evoke butterflies inside his gut and the way Ashton’s educated tongue trailed down his neck and over his collarbone as his hands massaged Thomas’s crotch.

Thomas groaned, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Ashton’s head up where he caught his lips with his own.

The three boys, lost in the aroma of pleasure, didn’t notice the door creaking upon and when Jeff walked in. His trusty notebook clutched in his hands as he stood unmoving by the door. His eyes, beneath the shine reflected in the lenses of his glasses, seemed to be roaming over the sight. For a moment, his face remained impassive, not betraying any emotion he was currently feeling. But soon, a smile began tugging at the side of his lips as he continued to watch. He soon caught himself and with a mutter of, “Interesting,” wrote down an unseen passage in his notebook and left without a glance back. He didn’t see it when the clothes were lost or when the muffled moans turned into much louder, aroused whimpers and groans. He shut the door behind him and leaned with his back against the wooden door just as a last cry rang.

Pushing his glasses higher up his nose, the smile still noticeable on his face he walked away, not wanting to be there when the pleasure ended and the explanations would begin, if there was going to be any explaining at all. And so he left without another word or another look back. He did not know, nor did he want to know what happened from then after. All he knew was that he’d gotten his information for the day, and in the process, learned more about Thomas.

And with that, Hilltower High School bid a warm welcome to the Music Club and its idiosyncratic hosts.