Amends? （28）

"Have you never dried and put away fuckin' dishes before, man? Jesus," Hayes bitched, as TK was taking his sweet ass time. Hayes wound up the dish towel, waited for TK to reach up into the cabinet to put the plates away, and rat tailed him right on the ass with a loud snap.

"Shit!" he screamed, dropping to the floor. "Oh my God, it feels like I've been shot!"

Hayes stood there, doubled over and giggling, then wound up the towel again and got into a defensive stance as TK scrambled to his feet.

"Oh, it's fucking on now, bitch," TK warned, balling up a fist and punching his other hand before taking a run at Hayes.

Hayes juked around the island as TK came crashing into him, knocking him backward into one of the stools as they and it all fell to the ground with an obnoxious thud.

"Yo! Can you morons, like, not destroy my kitchen, maybe?" Ryan yelled from the living room upon hearing the commotion.

"Sorry!" TK yelled, still straddling Hayes and sliding his hands up the front of his chest under his shirt. He rocked his hips slightly into his teammate's when he felt his dick getting hard but was quickly met with resistance.

"Come on, Teek. Don't." Hayes said quietly, gripping TK's forearms with both hands and attempting to push him away.

"Seems like you, uh, want me to," TK observed with one more painfully slow roll of his hips before climbing off Hayes and standing up. He reached a hand out and helped him to his feet.

"He might," Hayes said, motioning toward the bulge in his pants. "But I can't."

"What? You two back together?"

Hayes nodded.

"Good. I'm happy for you," TK said flatly.

Hayes rolled his eyes as TK picked up the stool and restored it to its original position. "Yeah, it really sounds like it."

"I am, baby. I just…" He paused, heading back over to the dish drainer, picking up a towel, and beginning to dry a pan.

"What?" Hayes asked, placing himself right next to him and grabbing some silverware.

"I don't know, I kinda…liked…you know."

"What happened the other day?" Hayes asked.

TK smiled. "Yeah. It was really hot." He looked over at his teammate. "Especially kissing you. I've never…kissed a guy like that before. And I liked it."

"Let Katy Perry know. Maybe she'll write a song about it," Hayes joked, but TK didn't smile. "Well, you should definitely kiss some other guys then, too."

TK didn't say anything, just kept working to dry the rest of the dishes.

"Hey," Hayes said softly, placing his hand on TK's shoulder.

"What?" he pouted.

Hayes looked toward the living room to make sure Ryan wasn't coming. "You down to maybe fuck around with both of us?"

TK scoffed, moving away from Hayes's grip. "Yeah, OK. Now you're just flat out messing with me."

"I…no, I'm not. Dude." Hayes turned toward the living room again, then lowered his voice even softer. "Rook wants you."

He thought about what happened on the balcony right before Hayes had knocked on the door, but determined it was probably just him misinterpreting the situation. "Right."

"We've literally gotten each other off thinkin' about you before. All his idea. Why do you…why do you think you're here?"

TK made a face. "You're serious right now?"

"Deadass."

"But pretty boy hates me, Ty."

"No, he doesn't. He's…fuckin' jealous of you and insanely attracted to you. Trust me. If you're down…" Hayes shrugged. "It would just be, you know, sex. Nothin' more."

Hayes wasn't sure if he was saying it to convince TK or himself.

"Fuck it. I'm down," TK finally said, leaning against the countertop on one arm and staring at Hayes. "Just sex though. Nothing more. Right?"

Hayes hesitated, then nodded.

"Be a shame if you went and fell in love with me, baby." TK bit his bottom lip as Hayes stared at him. "I have one condition," TK said, slowly stepping toward Hayes, placing a hand on the countertop to either side of him, and leaning into his face.

"What's…that?" Hayes panted, their lips barely brushing against each other.

"I wanna be roughed up, baby," TK whispered against Hayes's mouth before pulling his face back. "I'm kinda…into the rough stuff."

"Well," Hayes sighed, thinking about how much he'd loved it when Ryan had spit on him and choked him in the back of Mar's Wagoneer. "You've, uh, definitely come to the right place. Me and Rook? We can get a little…"

Ryan's footsteps coming down the hall caused them to break apart from each other and busy themselves just as he came into the kitchen. "Just making sure you're alive in here," he said. "Heard the thud and then silence. You guys good?"

"Yeah, fine," they answered simultaneously.

"Great?" Ryan said suspiciously, glancing at the time on the microwave clock.

8:17 p.m.

"Wanna, um, start a movie in a few minutes?" he asked, winking at Hayes.

"Sounds good to me, Rook." Hayes replied immediately.

"Awesome. So, uh, TK?" Ryan nodded in his direction. "What are you in the mood for?"

He shrugged. "Your call, Ryan." He blinked a few times. "I"m down for anything you want."

"Excellent."

???

9:24 p.m.

They were about halfway through Napoleon Dynamite, Ryan and Hayes on the larger side of the sectional and TK on the smaller side. Ryan leaned back, his legs extended onto the ottoman and his arm around Hayes, whose head rested on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around Ryan's waist.

Hayes kept looking over at TK, who alternated between pretending to watch the movie, playing on his phone, and stealing glances at Ryan and Hayes. He was starting to get antsy, so he removed one of his hands from Ryan's waist and dragged it across his lap, surprised to find his cock was already hard. He gave it a quick squeeze, and Ryan dipped his head back before turning toward Hayes and whispering in his ear. "Call him over."

"You sure, Rook?"

"Call. Him. Over," Ryan ordered through gritted teeth.

Hayes sat up, removing both hands from Ryan and stretching his arms over his head. "Teek? You look lonely over there. Why don't you come join us?"

"Yeah?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah," Ryan responded before Hayes had a chance to. He patted the couch on the opposite side from where Hayes was seated. "Plenty of room."

TK stood up and slowly made his way over. He began to sit next to Hayes, but Ryan stopped him, patting the spot next to him again. "Nah. Over here."

"OK," he responded obediently, his breathing wild as he sat next to Ryan, who immediately wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Ryan wrapped his other arm around Hayes, both of them dropping their heads down onto Ryan's shoulders at the same time.

Ryan took a deep breath, then ran his fingers down each of their arms, grabbed their hands, and moved them into his lap. "Kiss each other," he instructed, as Hayes rubbed Ryan's cock through his sweatpants, TK's hand joining him.

Hayes lifted his head and looked over at Ryan. "Rook? Maybe we should set some boundaries, ground rules, you know?"

"Maybe you should shut up and get your fucking tongue in his mouth," Ryan replied coldly, moving his hips slightly in time with Hayes's hand. "Kiss your teammate, Hayes. You know you want to."

Both of them sat up straight, moved their hands to each other's faces, and went after it right there in Ryan's lap, sucking each other's tongues into their mouths mere inches away from Ryan's face. Hayes bit down on TK's bottom lip and pulled it gently while staring over at Ryan. "This good?" Hayes said, TK's lip still pinned between his teeth.

Ryan moaned, leaning forward. Immediately, they opened up and the three of their tongues began to battle wildly outside their mouths.

"Shit," TK whimpered, as Ryan reached one hand down to his ass and pushed the other one up the front of his compression shirt, twisting one of his barbells between his thumb and forefinger. As Ryan cupped his ass and lifted him into his lap, TK moved his leg to straddle him, pushing Hayes off to the side.

"Take his fucking shirt off," Ryan growled. Hayes grabbed the hem and yanked it over TK's head, tossing it aside as he watched Ryan play with both of his teammate's nipples while they kissed sloppily.

TK let out a series of high-pitched squeaks into Ryan's mouth. "I can…cum just from...having my nips played with," he told Ryan between kisses, beginning to rock his hips slowly into Ryan's.

"What would…happen if we…both sucked on them?" Ryan asked between kisses, pressing his thumbs in little circles around each piercing.

"Possibly death," TK moaned, breaking the kiss with Ryan and throwing his head back, where his mouth was immediately attacked by Hayes's.

"Stand up," Ryan instructed after watching them kiss for a bit, the two breaking apart as TK did as he was told. Ryan stood, flipped spots with TK, and pushed him down onto the couch. One look at Hayes and he knew what Ryan wanted. "Put your hands behind your head," Ryan told TK as he and Hayes positioned themselves on the couch on either side of him. TK folded his hands around the back of his head as both Ryan and Hayes leaned down and flicked their tongues around on his piercings before sucking them into their mouths. "Ohfuck, ohfuck," TK whined, staring down at them as they stopped briefly to kiss each other against his chest. He placed a hand around the back of each of their heads, encouraging them to deepen the kiss. "Watching you two kiss is so fucking hot."

Ryan pulled away from the kiss with his boyfriend and looked up at TK. "What's really gonna be hot is watching you suck his dick while I bend you over and fuck that tight little ass of yours."

Ryan leaned down to flick his tongue against the piercing again and that was it. "I'm coming," TK moaned, as his dick shot strands of hot cum all over the inside of his briefs. "I'm…fucking coming."

"Wow, that was almost too easy," Ryan commented, palming TK's pulsing cock. "Did he cum this easy when you cheated on me with him?" he asked, eyes locked on Hayes's.

"Rook, don't…"

"Shut up," Ryan interrupted. "Now get him ready for us."

Hayes rolled his eyes as he snuck his fingers between TK's abs and the waistband of his sweatpants. TK lifted his hips, allowing him to pull them and his briefs off and freeing his spent cock, which was sticky with his release. Ryan reached over to TK's face and twisted it aggressively toward his own. "Get on your knees for my boyfriend. And don't forget that he's my boyfriend."

TK nodded, positioning himself on the floor between Hayes's legs as Ryan got up, reached into the drawer of the end table, and removed a bottle of lube and a condom. Hayes slid his pants and boxers over his hips and onto the floor, TK helping remove them completely as he came face to face with Hayes's huge cock for the first time. "I don't…think it's gonna fit, baby."

"You're gonna make it fit," Ryan ordered, lubing up his fingers and gripping TK's hip with his other hand.

"Shit. I can't believe you're gonna suck my dick, Teek." Hayes closed his eyes, ran his hands through his teammate's hair and tugged, then opened his eyes to meet TK's. "Hey: you good with this?"

He nodded, wrapping a hand around the base. "There's no dick I'd rather suck, baby." He licked his lips and opened his mouth wide, sliding his friend's cockhead slowly down the length of his tongue toward the back of his throat.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Teek," Hayes moaned, staring down at him. "Use those big ass lips."

TK paused for a second to spit in his hand before wrapping his mouth around his friend's cock again, sucking whatever he could fit and working the rest of it with his lubed up hand, twisting it as he applied slow pressure. He knew this was how Hayes liked it; he'd learned from studying the way he'd jerked himself off at the strip club and on FaceTime.

TK was able to suck about half of it effectively, alternating between licking the head, tonguing the slit, and moving up and down his length with his lips pressed hard against it. "Fuck, Teek. You're doing so good," Hayes mumbled, drunk off this feeling for which he'd waited so long. He lifted his eyes to meet Ryan's, which had been eagerly waiting for them.

"Worth the wait?" Ryan asked.

Hayes nodded, eyes hooded and mouth hanging slightly open.

TK gasped as Ryan slid a lubed up finger inside him, working it slowly back and forth as he felt his body stretch around him. He let Hayes's cock flop out of his mouth as Ryan located and pegged his prostate. "Fuck, Ryan. Right there."

"You like this?" Ryan asked, removing his other hand from his hip and slapping his ass as he continued to massage his gland.

"Yes. Fuckyes."

Ryan slapped him again, harder this time, and he whimpered.

"You like that?"

"Yes. Rough me up, baby."

The sound of TK calling Ryan "baby" did something to Hayes, and before he knew what was happening, he'd fisted a chunk of TK's hair, yanked his head back, grabbed hold of his cock, and shoved it back inside his mouth. He gagged violently as it hit the back of his throat, but he persisted, this time bobbing up and down Hayes's length, allowing it to go in further. With the hand that wasn't tangled in his hair, he slapped TK on his cheek, followed immediately by Ryan slapping his ass again, then removing his finger.

Ryan pulled TK up by his hips, then looked at Hayes. "Stand against the wall." Hayes did what his boyfriend told him to, as Ryan reached for the condom and lube, then led TK over and pushed him onto the floor. Without being told, he immediately began sucking his teammate's cock again. Ryan tore the condom open with his teeth, rolled it down his length, and coated his hand with a liberal amount of lube, slathering it onto himself and around TK's opening. Lining himself up, he began to push in, stopping when he felt resistance and allowing TK's body to adjust before going any further.

Hayes watched his boyfriend, a look of sheer pleasure on his face as he buried his cock in his hot teammate's ass. He then looked down at TK, who'd stopped sucking, his eyes watering from gagging so much. "You good?"

He nodded, eyes squeezed shut, then winced as Ryan pushed himself fully inside, beginning to fuck him slowly as he moved both hands to TK's shoulders. He opened his mouth and took Hayes back inside, sucking him in perfect time with Ryan's thrusts.

Ryan looked up at Hayes and removed a hand from TK's shoulder. "Come here," he motioned, then ran his fingers through Hayes's hair as he bent down so their tongues could meet. Hayes kept one hand wrapped around the back of TK's head and placed the other on the side of Ryan's face, and the two of them kissed deeply as they continued using TK's body in tandem, both nearing their release. "I love you so much, Tyler," Ryan moaned, breaking the kiss as he felt TK's ass tense up around his cock.

"Holy shit. I'm…fucking coming again," TK whimpered, shooting off onto the hardwood floor below him. Ryan pulled out, tore the condom off, rolled him onto his back, and looked over at Hayes with a nod. The two crawled over to him, gave their cocks a few quick strokes, and came all over Travis Kadin's beautiful face simultaneously.

Both Hayes and Ryan sat down onto the floor next to him and the three just stayed there silently for a bit. TK used his forearm, then his fingers in an attempt to clear the cum out of his eyes. Hayes watched as Ryan leaned down to TK's face and traced his lips with his forefinger before planting a long, slow kiss on them.

Just as TK opened his mouth to kiss him back, Ryan pulled away, gave him two light taps on the cheek, and stood up. "Better go shower. Shit turns to cement if you let it sit too long. Hayes, I'm heading to bed. Clean this shit up." And with that, he left behind the used condom and wrapper, gathered up the bottle of lube and his clothes, and went to his bedroom.

Hayes crawled to the nearest article of clothing he could reach, his shirt, and used it to wipe TK's face. "You good, Teek?" Hayes asked, as he watched TK nod slowly.

"So good," he muttered, eyes half-open.

"Yeah, Rook can fuck, that's for sure."

"That nut just snuck up on me. And it was so intense. Holy shit."

Hayes snickered. "Teek? Prostate. Prostate? Teek." He got to his feet, reaching a hand down to help his friend up. "You suck a pretty good cock."

"Thanks," he said softly. "Is he…are you guys gonna, like, fight about this?"

Hayes shrugged. "You never know with Rook. He's hot and cold. Doesn't matter. Hey: look at me." He grabbed both sides of TK's face. "You didn't do anything wrong, OK? It was consensual. It's all good. You understand?"

TK nodded.

"Seriously, go shower. Once it hardens, it's a bitch to get out of hair, man."

Hayes sighed as he watched his teammate walk away, then headed to the living room and pulled his pants and boxers back on. After grabbing some wet paper towels from the kitchen, he returned to mop up the mess on the living room floor. As he finished wiping and stood up, a wave of anxiety had other plans, and he immediately fell back down to his knees.

"You can…do this. This isn't…there's nothing to be…you are stronger…fuck."

It wasn't working.

You need a hit.

A shot.

Just one line.

Something to take the edge off.

Get Teek and go find some fuckin' drugs.

"No, fuck that," he said aloud, standing up and steadying himself against the wall and attempting to push the cravings from his mind. "You beat this shit. You already won. Fuck that."

He doesn't love you.

He just wanted to fuck TK.

That's the only reason you're here, so he can play you both.

He doesn't forgive you.

See how he keeps bringing it up?

He's never gonna let it go, you fuck up.

"Stop it!" he screamed, instantly regretting it, as he heard Ryan's door open. When he entered the kitchen, Hayes was slumped against the countertop.

"Tyler?" he asked cautiously, placing a hand on his back, which was trembling with the force of his sobs. "Who are…"

Hayes stood up, shaking Ryan's hand off his back. "You don't…you're never gonna let this go, are you?"

"Tyler," Ryan said as he approached him, Hayes backing away, which caused Ryan to freeze. "What are you talking about?"

"You said…you forgive me. You said, ‘forget the past.' But you keep…bringing it up. You either forgive me…or you don't. I made a mistake, Ryan. I fucked up, OK? I own it. But you can't rub my nose in it like a fuckin' dog every other day!"

"Come here," Ryan said softly, remaining in place and extending his arms, allowing his boyfriend to come to him.

Which he did.

Ryan wrapped his arms around his back, letting him cry against his shoulder. "I don't know…how to navigate any of this," he whispered. "I need to do better for you. I'm sorry I brought it up. I'm…Hayes, I'm sorry."

"Rook," he said, wiping his eyes and lifting his head to look at him. "Do you forgive me or not?"

"I forgive you."

"Then please don't bring it up again. It…hurts."

"OK. I won't." Ryan grabbed his face and kissed the tip of his nose. "Come to bed?"

Hayes nodded and followed his boyfriend to his bedroom.

Climbing into the huge, comfortable bed, he checked his phone on the nightstand as Ryan turned off the light and climbed in on the other side, beginning to slide his way over next to Hayes.

There was one notification.

TK had shared his location.

It was a thing they did sometimes to let each other know that they might need help.