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The night outside was warm, sky clear with an almost full moon shining above the crowded streets of New York. It had been a very hot day and people seemed to just come out of their homes once the sun was finally hidden away. Lars wasn't very good at handling the heat and had been drenched in sweat the second they stepped inside the venue to make the sound check. They wouldn't be up on the stage until tomorrow night and Kirk had proposed for the band to go out at night to some bar or whatever. But Lars was really fucking tired, the heat had drained his energy quicker than usual. So he had declined.

Well, because of that and also because he had other plans.

It wasn't often that he did this, but these kind of opportunities didn't happen very often either. So of course he had called Dave when he found out that Metallica and Megadeth would be playing in the same city, although not in the same place. Just a quick call, a short 'you're up for it?', and moving on. Dave put up a little resistance - as he usually did - but it didn't take much to convince him to separate from his group to pay Lars a visit at his hotel room. They been doing this for a couple of months and Lars wasn't very sure when it had started, or how it had started for that matter. It may had been that one time where they got really drunk... he wasn't sure.

The thing was that they got used to meeting up whenever the universe gave them the chance to do so. It wasn't anything romantic, not at all. It was just sex. Lars liked to be handled by strong arms and Dave liked to have someone he could treat like shit and wouldn't complain about it. That someone being Lars. They also weren't exactly friends, but they didn't hate each other as much as before. They were more like casual acquaintances, or something. Acquaintances that fucked the shit out of each other and parted ways without problems.

Basically, he was planning to have good company tonight, and the promise of that was enough to surpass whatever offer Kirk could make. So they separated; Jason, Kirk and James went out to the bar and Lars stayed at the hotel. He took all the time to take a shower, making sure to clean everything and everywhere. Afterwards he lied on the queen bed that stood on the middle of the room, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, and decided to watch TV while he waited for Dave to arrive. It wasn't supposed to be too long, since the hotel Dave was staying at wasn't that far away.

He ended up waiting a little more than thirty minutes before there was a quiet knock on his door. Excitement starting to consume him, he all but jumped from the bed and hurried to open the door. And there he was. With a permanent scowl on his face, Dave greeting him with a nod and then he stepped inside the room without even asking. Locking the door behind him, Lars took a few seconds just to admire him. Dave might be a total asshole, but he was a handsome devil too.

Lars had to force himself more times than once to look away from the tall guy. He always found himself staring; staring at his tanned skin, at his toned body, at his fiery mane of untamable red hair, at his sharp jaw and his equally sharp eyes. His own eyes were unconsciously drawn to Dave's moving figure. It was both annoying and somewhat funny. Funny because a couple months back he couldn't handle the sight of the guy, hated his guts. And now? Now he couldn't stop looking at him, appreciating the sight of him being there with him.

"Shitty room" Dave's voice snapped him from his own head.

Oh, always so charming he was. Lars scoffed and walked away from the door where he had been standing like an idiot for a while.

"You're not staying, so what's it to you, jackass?" Lars bit back, getting closer to the redhead.

"Not complaining, just making fun of you" Dave smirked, looking down at him when Lars got close enough for their bodies to brush together. "Mine's better"

Lars rolled his eyes, not even trying to hide it because this was how their relationship worked. Riling each other up, pissing each other off, always in a constant battle for... for what? Pride? Power? Dominance? Lars wasn't sure, but he was used to it, expected the banter.

"Good for you" Lars grumbled, looking up.

Their eyes met in silence, one smirking while the other frowned in annoyance. The seconds ticked by and Lars found himself getting lost in those hazel eyes that stared down at him with such smugness. Yeah, he had every reason to hate this egocentric asshole and each time they meet he wonders why he stopped doing it. But then he remembers the way Dave is able to just throw him around like a rag doll and to take what he wants, and the question disappears.

And it's actually a crazy thing because Lars had never thought about Dave in that way, not even when the redhead was still in their band at the beginning. Sure, there were some looks here and there, but they were casual thoughts that flew by like 'Yeah he's hot', or 'The ladies are gonna love him', but nothing weird besides that. So how did they end up here, actually fucking? How did Lars found himself getting hard whenever he thought of Dave nowadays, when he was used to getting so angry at the mere mention of his name?

"So, we doing this? Or you just called me to fucking stare at my face?"

Lars, once again, had to put all his will to look away from those eyes. Christ, what was the rush anyway? But whatever, this was their thing. Quick, fast, no feelings involved. Just an itch they needed to scratch every now and then. So, they were going to do just that. Holding back the urge to roll his eyes so hard they would pop out, Lars decided not to answer and instead shot a hand up to grab Dave's neck and pulled him down so they were able to press their lips together. Fucking tall ass motherfucker.

Dave seemed to be content with this line of action and his own hands were quick to find their resting place on both sides of Lars' hips. Strong fingers held him tight and pulled him in until their bodies were flushed against each other. Chest to chest, their mouths moved in a hurried pace. It wasn't a gentle kiss, nor was it sweet. It was a hungry one, rough and kind of sloppy, lustful in the very sense of the word. They fell in the usual rutine. When Dave got sick of just standing there, he shoved Lars against the nearest wall and caged his smaller frame with his own larger body.

Sometimes it was overwhelming, how Lars would be trapped in this small space, against the wall and Dave's chest. Whenever he stood there, he felt as if all he could take in was Dave. His smell, his body heat, his breathing, his presence. It was a lot and he loved every second of it, although he would never admit it out loud, not even at gun point. His hands were the only ones that could do anything at all; always grabbing at Dave's sides, gripping his waist, groping his arms to feel the muscles. Most times one of his hands kept busy around Dave's nape, forcing his head down until the man was almost hunched over him because Lars would rather die before standing on his tippy toes just to kiss this jerk.

Those hands slid lower, clearly getting ready to pick him up in the way that made Lars dizzy with arousal each time. But before they could grab him, there was a subtle knock on the door that made them stop. Pulling away just barely, they stared at each other's eyes having a silent conversation.

'Who is it?'

'No idea'

Who the fuck could be bothering him this late at night? Surely no one important. Lars decided to ignore it until whoever was there left, and he urged Dave to do the same with a tug on his shirt. The redhead waited another second and then he complied, burying his face in the crook of the dane's neck. Lars let out a soft groan when he felt how soft kisses on his neck quickly became sharp teeth threatening to bite into his skin. Lips kissed and sucked from his throat up to his jawline until Dave was pressing their mouths together in another hungry kiss.

Another knock at the door, a rather impatient one, and Dave pulled away. Lars could see that he was getting pissed off by the way his eyebrows were furrowing and he was almost snarling. Damn it. If Dave really got annoyed, he was capable of just getting up and leaving - and then Lars would have to beat the shit out of whoever was knocking -. He cupped one of the redhead's cheeks, stopping him from looking away and towards the door. He just had to keep him entertained enough for him to ignore the interruption. It wouldn't be that hard.

Lars forced him to look at him while his free hand traveled down, lower and lower until he was grabbing a half hard bulge. His fingers wrapped around it, squeezing and rubbing his palm over it. Dave was quick to stop putting up a fight, grunting at the feeling and pushing his hips into Lars' hand with urgency. Yeah, easy. Now on his own, Dave leaned down to crash their lips together once again, tongue sliding inside his mouth and swallowing a soft moan as they went back to their thing.

Knocking again, louder this time.

"Hey, Lars, it's me. Open up"

They pulled away as if they had been shocked. He knew that voice. They knew that voice. Lars' eyes widened, holding his breath as he watched from up close the way Dave's face twisted into a real snarl. Fuck. The dane didn't even have time to open his mouth before Dave was shoving him away, walking right towards the door.

It opened with a soft click.

Lars swore he saw it all happening in slow motion. He saw the moment the door opened and revealed the figure of James standing there very close, saw when James' eyes moved from the floor and up until they stopped at the sight of Dave. There had been a grin forming on his face, but it quickly washed away when he realized just who was there.

"What the fuck" James mumbled, sharp blue eyes staring daggers at Dave.

Lars wondered if he could knock James out and make him believe it had all been a dream in the morning. Maybe Dave would help him too, it would also be for his benefit.

"Hello, Jamie"

Or maybe Dave would be a total asshole and would take advantage of this terrible moment just to have some selfish fun. God knows Dave had always liked to piss James off. He had always liked to piss the whole band off, but mostly James. Lars had never understood what was it with James that was so appealing to rile up for Dave. Maybe it was the fact that James was usually very put together but once he got angry he lashed out, mean and careless. Unlike Lars, who was almost in a constant state of anger or annoyance with everything and everyone.

All in all, this situation sucked ass. Lars didn't know what to do or say. He could only stand there, watching their interaction and fearing that he might have to stop them from beating the shit out of each other any moment. The air was tense, the silence thick as James just stared at Dave with a furious look in his eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" James asked, teeth gritting and fists clenching on his sides.

Dave, on the other side, was the picture of perfectly relaxed and smug, which was very annoying if Lars had to say so. It was in that moment that Lars realized Dave wasn't afraid or anxious at the idea of being caught red handed with him. Actually, he seemed ready to brag about what was happening here.

"Just paying ol' Lars a visit here" Dave said, a smirk on his face as he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest.

Lars could see the gears turning inside of James' head, could see his fucking brain working overtime as his eyes went from Dave to Lars and back to Dave again. In silent, he was assessing them, trying to guess what was really happening there. And Lars realized this situation was actually bound to happen, because he knew why James was knocking at his door late at night, seemingly pretty drunk too. He knew exactly why and it fucked him up even more. Because James could just think Dave was there to maybe fight Lars, or threaten him with a stupid lawsuit or whatever.

But no. James knew, he knew what Lars was and it was his fault. Because Lars' had been greedy as always and he hadn't been satisfied with just fucking one of his old bandmates. No. He ended up fucking two, just because he was able to. Unfortunately for him, being around James 24/7 did not mean they were fucking all the time. And that was James' fault, because - unlike Dave -, James was ashamed of his own desires to be with a man. They only fucked whenever James got very drunk, enough to forget everything about it in the morning.

And Lars didn't really mind, he wasn't looking for a boyfriend so he didn't give a fuck if James pretended nothing happened afterwards. As long as he got what he wanted, it was fine. But James was very confusing. Although he didn't talk about whatever it was they did, his behavior did change after the first time it happened. He got suspiciously possessive when it came to Lars. His face was always twisting whenever the dane flirted with chicks. He didn't do anything about it, but Lars could always feel those bright eyes staring at the back of his head.

Which was the reason of why he feared the worst of this. If James connected two and two and realized what was happening between Lars and Dave, things might go to hell pretty quickly. His heart raced as he waited for James to do something, to say something. The silence was really killing him here. Should he be the one to break the silence? Should he be the mediator?

"Are you... are you fucking this asshole?" James suddenly asked, as if doing Lars the favor but at the same time making things worse.

Two pairs of eyes zeroed on him now and he felt frozen. His mouth opened but he fumbled with his words. He couldn't really deny it, because it was obvious that James' question wasn't really a question. He knew, he just couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Uh, I-"

"Oh God, you're fucking him?" Dave interrupted him, eyes going from Lars to James and back.

But unlike James, Dave didn't seem pissed off about it, he seemed amused. As in, the man was having a great time here. He had the widest grin on his face and he seemed ready to start laughing like a maniac. Lars was sure he was blushing with how hot his face felt in that moment. His hands felt clammy as he took a step forward, hesitant. What was he going to do? Explain himself? What was there to explain, anyway?

"Guess you're really that bad, Hetfield, if he keeps calling me from the other side of the state just to get a dick up his ass" Dave mocked, eyes meeting with James' in a silent war.

Oh he looked so smug, so pleased with himself, and James looked like he was fuming, ready to throw fists. Lars really didn't want to cause an scene here, otherwise they would be on tomorrow's news.

"James, let me explain-"

Too late, because in the next second James was stomping his way into the room, shoving Dave back and back until he was pressing him against the wall. An arm against his neck, James looked like a bull with the way he was huffing in anger. Dave's hands shot up to grab the blond's arm, but that smirk didn't fade away from his face. He was really insane if he was enjoying this.

"Ooh, hit a nerve, didn't I?" Dave chuckled, the sound coming out choked when James put pressure on his throat.

"Motherfucker, you don't know shit!"

And Lars objectively knew he should be doing something, like intervening in some way, physically or verbally trying to coax James into letting Dave go. He knew that, he was supposed to do just that. But his eyes kind of got lost at the sight of James' arm flexing, the way his bicep bulged in his tight shirt. Could you really blame him? He was horny a second ago before they were interrupted. And, he would never admit it, but he had dreamed of this happening, of them together. Not together between them, but with him.

He could see it; two strong men, caging him and holding him and handling him however they wanted just because they could. He wasn't a fan of feeling out of control in his life, but when it came to sex it was a totally different thing. He guessed he had a type, now that he could see them there, they were pretty much alike. Even though they were angry at each other, he could imagine that anger being channeled into something else. How he wished to feel fingers bruising his skin with tight grips, rough hands holding him in place while he got used. Thank God he had a vivid imagination, this was gold.

"What're you smiling at, Larsie?"

The dane snapped out of his very appropriate line of thought when he heard Dave calling out his name. When he blinked he realized he had been staring at them with a grin on his face like a stupid fool. Very discreet, Ulrich, great. Now they were both looking at him, curious, questioning.

"Huh?" He dumbly answered, lost to words.

James seemed to let up the pressure he was putting on Dave's neck, but he was still frowning, this time staring at Lars.

"Did you plan this, Ulrich?" James asked, as if connecting the non-existent dots.

Lars' eyes widened, acting like he got caught when in reality he had nothing to do with this coincidence. How was the supposed to know James would decide to pay him a visit tonight? Whenever they fucked, Lars was usually the one to initiate it, to send James some kind of signal. But tonight he hadn't done shit. James had ended up in front of his door all on his own. And sure, this looked like something he would pull off, but not this time.

"What?! No, no!" Lars was quick to deny it once he recovered from his stunned state.

But of course they didn't believe him. Dave's eyes were almost glowing with amusement and James had finally let go of him, instead now he was facing Lars with that calculating expression of his.

"Oh he totally planned this" Dave stated, taking a step towards him. "What, you wanted us to fuck you together? Was that it?"

Lars wasn't helping his case with the way he fumbled with his words after hearing that. He would totally love that, but he didn't plan it either way. He could deny it until the grave, but now he was kind of curious about what would happen. Would they actually do it? Dave seemed up for it, but he wasn't sure about James. Possessive to death James. Still, he stared up at Dave's eyes in silence, licking his lips nervously. The redhead chuckled and shook his head, pleased with the lack of answer.

"Greedy little bitch" Dave mumbled, circling him like a predator would do to its prey.

He stopped behind the smaller man, arms wrapping around his front and pulling him in until they were chest to back. The redhead hooked his head on Lars' shoulder, eyes looking up to James' figure, who was still standing there, conflicted and unsure.

"C'mon, Jamie. Gonna help me give him what he wants?" Dave asked, his breath tickling Lars' ear and making squirm on his place.

Big hands splayed over his stomach, roaming, slipping inside the bathrobe to brush against his skin. A touch so feather-like that it made his abs tense. There was a grunting sound that echoed in the silent room, which made Lars look up. James was staring down at Dave's hands like a hawk, the muscles on his jaw clenching the more he watched. Lars heard the Dave huffed out a chuckle by his ear, clearly amused at the displayed behavior in front of them.

"Unless... unless you're really that ashamed of your poor performance"

That seemed to he enough encouragement for James to finally move. With a low mumble of what probably was a curse, he approached Lars and stopped in front of him. He looked at Dave with a scowl before his hands shot out to grab the dane by his waist, pulling him in and away from Dave's chest. They were really close to each other, so there wasn't a lot of space to be pulled into, but the message was clear and territorial. Dave scoffed behind him and Lars could feel the battle of stares that was going on above his head. He truly hoped they wouldn't keep this up.

In order to try and break that stupid fight, Lars grabbed James by his neck and pulled him down, crashing their lips together in a kiss that tasted mostly of beer. With the attention back to him, Dave pressed against his back once again and leaned down to start peppering kisses on his neck. A different pair of hands wrapped around his front to be able to grab the belt of the bathrobe. Lars felt sharp teeth nibbling on his neck as the belt was untied, the fluffy fabric of the garment slowly sliding off his shoulders until it dropped onto the floor. James slid his tongue inside of his mouth right when Dave's mouth started trailing lower, down his neck and back.

Lars was not ashamed of admitting that he was hard as a rock already, with all these hands touching and groping him while two warm bodies kept him caged. But he wasn't the only one. He could clearly feel the tent in James' jeans, the hard bulge poking his stomach in a very distracting manner. He couldn't feel it, but he sensed Dave was just as ready to go as they were. James pulled away from the sloppy kiss, a string of spit keeping their lips connected, just as Lars' hand moved down. Great timing, because it allowed him to hear the groan the blond let out when the dane's fingers squeezed the tenting bulge.

"Yeah, you like that, huh?" Lars asked in a teasing manner, feeling how James' hips instinctively bucked into his hand chasing the friction.

A wet tongue dragged up his throat right before a new pair of lips pressed against his own. The awkward position forced his head to turn to the side just so Dave could somehow kiss him properly. James growled in front of him and he wasn't sure if it was because he was rubbing over his hard cock, or because of the fact that Dave was kissing him. Maybe it was both. The redhead found it absolutely funny, so much that he had to pull away just to make a comment about it.

"Territorial, I see..." Dave mumbled, grinning wide and clearly trying to rile James up even more.

"Shut the fuck up and bring the lube" James grunted in response, to which Lars mumbled a soft 'in my bag' so that Dave knew where the bottle was.

"Fucking fine" Dave huffed, before pulling away.

He seemed actually pissed off at the idea of having to step away from their little bubble of heat, no longer grinning as he was before. James smirked wide at that, his arms wrapping around Lars to keep him close to his chest. His intention had been just that, to get the dane to himself for a few seconds. But Lars felt so cold the second Dave stepped away, his back no longer being protected by that warm body. At least he still got James, whose body was so abnormally warm all the time that it worked for two.

James' big hand grabbed Lars by his chin, turning his head back to the front so their mouths could meet again. It held him still as their tongues slid together and Lars couldn't hold back a moan. It was a controlling action and he enjoyed it a little bit too much. Maybe as a reward, the smaller man got busy finally working James' jeans open. He unbuckled the belt, undid the button and pulled the zipper down. The blond sighed mid kiss, it was probably a relief that his dick was no longer being trapped inside his jeans.

"Off" Lars mumbled against James' lips, hands tugging at the hem of the man's pants.

James seemed ready to ignore him, with the way he kissed him again instead of obeying. But after a few more seconds of lips smacking together, he finally pulled away to kick his jeans off. Not waiting any longer, he also took his underwear off. Lars' eyes automatically traveled down just in time to watch how James' cock sprung out, bobbing between his toned thighs. Hands were back onto him not even a second later, pulling him in yet again until that hard flesh was pressing against his stomach. He wanted to get down to his knees, to work his mouth around it, but the missing body came back and wrapped around his back, effectively keeping him up right.

"Got it" Dave mumbled against the back of his head, warm fingers caressing his side. "Spread 'em open"

Lars thought he was talking about his legs, but he clearly missed the way Dave was purposefully looking at James when he said it. The blond complied, grabbing two handfuls of his ass and spreading the cheeks apart. Lars huffed out a moan, face going red the moment he was exposed in such a way. Not that he was coy or a prude, but the situation still got to him. It was unbelievable, that he somehow got here, one of his wettest dreams coming true put of nowhere and just because of a simple coincidence. Maybe the universe was finally smiling at him for once in his life.

The dane whimpered softly when lubed fingers slid along his crack and pressed against his tight hole. He had done this before, a lot of times, yet his body still clenched out of instinct. He heard how Dave chuckled right behind him, his fingers rubbing over the puckered entrance as if trying to coax it open.

"Relax, Larsie" Dave whispered, sounding both reassuring and annoyingly patronizing.

The redhead's free hand came around him and wrapped around the dane's hard cock, big enough to engulf it all in his warm palm. Lars had been so overwhelmed with the idea of having them both, together, that he had even forgotten about his own hard on. One, two strokes and he was melting against James' front, moaning long and low. Thankfully the sounds were muffled against the blond's clothed chest. If there was a thing Lars didn't like about himself in bed was how loud he could be. It was uncontrollable and he kind of hated it. But he knew his partners - read James and Dave - liked it a lot more than he did.

His hand curled on James' shirt when that hand squeezed around him, knees threatening to buckle when Dave rubbed his thumb over the weeping tip of his dick. And then there was a finger sliding right inside of him, the digit breaching his hole easily thanks to how well lubed it was. Lars whined when Dave began to pump his finger in and out, slowly, not because he was being gentle but because he knew how impatient the dane could get and he loved being an asshole like that.

"You can use your hands for something else, sweetheart" James said, his low voice rumbling in his chest.

Lars would never complain, yet he also never understood how James could be such an ass whenever he pretended nothing happened between them and still get so soft with him during times like these. Lars wasn't used to it, the petnames and the randomly given praises - if he felt in the mood for it -. But he enjoyed it more than he would ever admit. It also made him comply easier. So he didn't hesitate before wrapping his hand around James' hard dick, the one that was still jerking against his stomach.

"Hmn, that's right" James hummed, his hands groping Lars' ass roughly just as the dane started stroking him.

With a second finger slipping inside of him, they got into this sort of pace. Dave worried about stretching him out while also keeping him relaxed with kisses on his neck and a hand around his cock. James' only job was keeping him spread open, while also sneaking a grope here and there. Lars just had to take it and also make sure to keep James' dick entertained with his own hands. Those two fingers were quick to stretch his insides, scissoring and dragging along his gummy walls. Two turned into three and the burning faded away pretty soon.

All the while, Dave made damn sure to avoid Lars' prostate. He would drag his finger so close, curling them just right, but ended up avoiding the point all together. It was driving him insane, keeping him on edge, keeping him waiting uselessly.

"C'mon, fucking dumbass" Lars groaned at some point, glaring at Dave from over his shoulder.

Dave's only response was to push his fingers in harder all of the sudden, making him squeak out of surprise. Lars mumbled curses at him under his breath, even more annoyed when the redhead kept teasing him without actually pressing where he needed it.

"You think he's ready yet?" James asked from above him, clearly speaking to Dave as if Lars wasn't right there between them.

"Hmn, maybe"

The blond let go of one of his ass cheeks, sliding his fingers between them until they reached the place were Dave was buried inside of him. Lars gasped when he felt a new pressure against his stretched hole and his back arched in response to the extra burning on his rim. A single finger slipped in, dry and thick, hooking into his hole and pulling. The dane breathed out soft whimpers at the kind of painful stretch, his unused hand gripping James' hip until his fingers were digging into the flesh.

Despite the pain it felt worderfully good and he could feel his own cock all but dripping precum like a faucet. Dave's hand was still wrapped around it and each tight stroke made a squelching sound that was embarrassingly obscene and it made his face burn with heat.

"Yeah, I think he is" The blond chuckled above him, prompting the moment where all fingers pulled out of him.

He suddenly felt very empty, whining in complain as his hole clenched around basically nothing. The burning was still there, softer but there. He heard the rustling of clothes and he guessed Dave was finally undressing. Following him, James made a quick job of taking his shirt off, which was the last piece of clothing he was wearing. All three of them naked and still standing there in the middle of the room, Lars realized just how weak his legs were feeling.

"Bed" He demanded, short and to the point.

Both bodies caging him shook with laughter, like they knew something he didn't. He heard the cap of the bottle of lube behind him, followed by the slick sound of Dave's dick being lubed up with it. Then the bottle was passed to James.

"No bed for you, darling" James grunted as he coated his dick with the sticky substance.

The answer left Lars feeling pretty confused. He watched as James tossed the lube away, but before he could wonder about it out loud, there were two hands hooking under his arms and then he was being lifted. Hanging in the fucking air. Dave had just lifted him by his armpits like a pet dog or something. James was chuckling in front of him, probably at the dumbfounded expression on his face, and then he was grabbing the dane by his thighs, supporting his weight and prompting him to wrap his legs around the blond's waist.

Lars was quick to put his arms around James' neck, not thinking he was going to let him fall but also a little afraid of falling. He buried his face on a bare shoulder, supporting most of his weight on James' front instead of on his hands. It was enough so that the front man could hold him up with just one hand, while he used the other to guide the tip of his cock towards Lars' stretched hole.

"In and out" James whispered against his ear.

Lars knew what he was trying to tell him. He took a deep breath and then slowly breathed out, forcing his muscles to relax. The second time he repeated it, James pushed in right as he exhaled. The tip popped inside with little effort and the leftover inches followed, slowly sinking into his wet heat. Lars choked on a moan as he was filled, fingernails digging into the blond's back as he held onto him. While Dave's was rather long, James' dick was thick, enough so that he still felt the stretch even after being properly prepped before.

"That's it" James groaned, the words dragged on as his eyes closed.

Lars could imagine just how tight he must be and how fucking good that must feel. The realization made him feel a little proud of himself, for being able to make James feel that good. The man's hands moved, no longer holding him by the back of his thighs but by his ass now. Big hands gripped at his soft flesh, keeping him still for a few seconds before James' arm muscles worked to lift his body back up. The motion caused his cock to slid out, inch by inch dragging along his warm walls until only the tip remained inside.

The dane felt out of breath, heart beating fast in his chest as he got used to the feeling. And then James dropped him back down. With the help of the gravity, it felt as if Lars had been literally impaled on the blond's hard dick and he couldn't stop himself from moaning out loud when every inch sank back inside. And then he did it again, and again, and again and again. Up and down, he was handled by rough hands, moved however they wanted, at whatever pace they wanted. The once silent room was quickly filled with the noises of grunting along with loud moans and whines, both sounds being accompanied by the sound of bodies slapping together.

Lars' body felt as if it was working overtime; thighs shook with the effort of staying wrapped around James' waist, arms trembling as he held onto the singer's back like his life depended on it. His hard cock was pressed between them, the amount of precum leaking from the tip smearing against their bodies and making a mess. But it also felt so good whenever it rubbed against James stomach. He felt sweaty all over, skin glistening with it and adding more to the mess that they were. The best part was that James' mouth was right by his ear, which meant he could hear every grunt and groan he let out, be it because his dick felt good or because his muscles were straining to keep him moving.

Lars had been so busy, well, enjoying himself, that he had missed the characteristic fapping sound coming from right behind him, where Dave had been stroking his own hard cock to the sight of them fucking. He only remembered the presence of his old bandmate when suddenly there were two extra hands touching his body. He wouldn't say that he had jumped at the contact, but he kind of did.

"A'right, I want some fun, too" Dave grumbled, prompting James to stop his movements all together.

"Be my guest" James said, smirking proudly.

It was just a common phrase, but it also held that hidden meaning. Be my guest because this is mine, not yours, I'm allowing you to have a taste of it. Although none of them had any interest in decoding that message, so it flew over their heads. Instead, Lars slightly blurred vision focused on what was going behind him, looking over his shoulder to catch the moment when Dave approached them. With one hand around his throbbing cock, the redhead lined his tip with the dane's already occupied hole. And it was then that Lars realized James was not pulling out.

But if James was not pulling out, it meant Dave was going to push inside along with the blond. Lars was not expecting that, not at all, and he might have expressed it with the way his body tensed up suddenly. James shushed him softly, lips pressing on his shoulder as a warm hand caressed his back. It was as if he were soothing a wild animal, gently coaxing him into giving in. Lars didn't have much choice, not when Dave was purposefully pressing against the stretched rim. It put up a little resistance and the cockhead kept slipping, once, twice, causing Dave to grunt in frustration.

Thankfully, by the fourth time his body seemed to finally give in and the tip made his way inside. The extra extra stretch burned like a motherfucker and Lars swore every part of his body was trembling. James kept cooing at him, surprisingly gentle hands trying to soothe him, to soothe his pain. Dave on the other side was more of a selfish partner, groaning in pleasure as he pushed his cock deeper inside. It was a tight fit, too tight perhaps. The dane felt stretch to his limits, huffing out broken moans as Dave finally bottomed inside of him.

"Fuuuck, that feels good" The redhead said right behind him, sounding out of breath as well.

To the pair of hands holding him up in the air by his ass, another pair joined, which hooked under his knees and forced him to let go of James' waist. Without that extra support, both of them were actually holding him in the air with their arms, his whole weight put onto them. With his legs in the air, folded and by his sides, Lars could do little aside from scratching at the blond's chest and resting his sweaty back against Dave's chest.

"This' what you wanted, huh?" Dave mumbled behind him, breathing heavy but sounding as amused as he always was. "Both of us, fucking you?"

Lars couldn't even give a proper answer with how mentally fucked up he was at the moment. Yeah, he had wanted this but he hadn't imagined quite like this. He could barely breathe as the two pair of arms strained to push him up and to let him drop back down. The slide of their dicks inside of him was slow, still very slick, but deliciously tight. He truly felt stuffed full. The best part was that with this newfound lack of space, James' cock was constantly pressing against his prostate, milking it for all it was worth and driving Lars wild with pleasure.

They got into a pace fairly quickly; not too fast, yet not too slow. Whatever it was, it was *hard*. It felt hard, the way his body opened up to accommodate them deep inside each time his body was dropped back down. Their groans and grunts were easily swallowed by the sound of Lars' choked moans, whiny noises that let them know just how good he was feeling at the moment. It didn't even cross his mind, but if he hadn't been so cock drunk he would have felt sorry for the neighbors of the nearby rooms. Up and down and up and down, the dane felt like a real rag doll being tossed around between savage dogs just for them to have their fun.

Lars' face was flushed bright red, both for the exertion and for the embarrassment of knowing he was being manhandled like a toddler. What made it all more unbearable were the things they were saying. Between grunts and moans they mumbled stuff, praises or delighted comments, dirty talk at its most truest expression.

"So fucking tight, sweetheart"

"Fuck, you're so wet"

"Feels so damn good, fuck"

They kept coming and coming, and Lars could only stay there and take them in. And there was only so much he could take. Between the groaned words and that constant pressure against his overstimulated prostate, it was rather soon that he felt that characteristic feeling building up in his belly. Like a knot, it got tighter and tighter with each up and down. It was overwhelming, and it surprised the shit out of Lars when he didn't even need to use his hands for his dick to explode between their bodies. It was sudden and long, the way his cock jerked against his stomach and then thick ropes of cum started shooting up his chest.

Both James and Dave groaned deep and low in their chest at the sight of the dane just coming hands free between them. And it might have been that sight, or the way his hole clenched tight around their dicks, or maybe the fact that they had been going at it for a while, but it didn't take long for the other two to feel on the edge too. Their hands gripped Lars' body tighter, skin so sweaty that they had to dig their fingers into the flesh to avoid the risk of dropping him onto the ground. One, two, three more bounces and then they were keeping him still. Buried deep inside of him, the dane felt how their cocks pulsed inside of him.

Lars was too fucked out to complain about the feeling of being filled with cum to the brim, so much that some of it slipped out and dripped onto the carpeted floor. Poor maids - not that he really cared -. Soon the silent grew loud, the only sounds echoing in the room being their breathless panting and huffing. Before Lars could ask, James was carrying him towards the bed, dropping him rather carelessly. Maybe his arms were giving in too, after holding him in the air for so long.

He laid there in the middle of the unmade bed, limbs spasming as the waves of pleasure washed over him after a well earned orgasm. His mind felt fuzzy and quiet, heart barely starting to slow down as he came down from the high. He felt sore all over, even more between his legs were his swollen hole kept fluttering. Warm cum dripped out of him and made a mess on the sheets, but he really didn't care. Not now at least, maybe later he would complain.

"Maybe we should do this again" James' voice broke the silence.

He sounded out of breath but very pleased with himself. They were both standing by the foot of the bed, staring down at him with satisfied looks in their eyes. Smug bastards.

"Yeah, if you let me borrow him sometime, I wouldn't mind" Dave agreed, stretching his arms up with a yawn like a lazy cat.

Lars saw the moment when James heard it. Acceptance. Dave was accepting that Lars was indeed not his. And James was eating it all up; chest puffing out, a pleased grin on his face, warm eyes glowing with content. The cat who got the cream.

"Sure, just lemme know and we can hang around" James mumbled, soft, friendly.

They were acting as if they hadn't been hating each other's guts for years. All they needed to be friends again was to share a hole? Now that was a weird change of events. But Lars could not complain.

"Shhh, sleep now" The dane lazily mumbled, rolling onto his sight with a sigh.

He was happy to see that they obeyed him rather quickly, no complaints or comments besides some quiet chuckles. And yeah, the queen bed was probably not made to fit three grown men.

But they would make it work.