Behind The Limelight 21: Threeways In Paris

“Ryker…” Ashton gulped. “What are you doing?”

Ashton was sitting on the couch, his legs spread apart with Ryker on his knees in front of him. Ryker was resting his hands on Ashton’s thighs, slowly moving them up and down.

“I’m sure you know what,” Ryker said, looking up. “Unless you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no!” Ashton replied immediately, before clearing his throat. “I mean… no, no I don’t want you to stop.”

“Yeah?” Ryker smirked, sliding his hand further up as he grabbed the base of Ashton’s dick. “You sure?”

“I’m sure,” Ashton nodded, inhaling sharply.

Ryker passed Ashton a small smile, before lowering his head. He started kissing the inside of Ashton’s thighs, making Ashton’s hand fly to the other man’s head. He entangled his fingers in Ryker’s hair, his chest rising up and down, his breath uneven and… Ryker hadn’t even gotten to his dick yet.

Having orgasmed once already, Ashton was sensitive. Which was why a loud ‘fuck’ escaped his lips the moment Ryker licked the tip of his dick. Ashton wanted to close his eyes and just get lost in the sensation, but at the same time he wanted to keep looking at Ryker.

Ashton’s hooded gaze remained on Ryker as his fellow actor worked his erection with his tongue. Once Ryker got it wet, he finally slipped Ashton’s dick in his mouth. Ashton couldn’t control it any longer, he shut his eyes and leant his head back. His fingers were now gripping Ryker’s hair, as he gently pushed his head in and out.

Both of them were falling into a rhythm, and Ashton felt his brain get clearer as each second passed. Or maybe it was getting cloudier. He couldn’t tell. The only thought in his mind was how good Ryker was at sucking dick. And that he never wanted this feeling to end.

“Huh?” Ashton looked down with a frown as Ryker stopped, he was holding Ashton’s dick in his palm again, but wasn’t stroking it. He was looking up at Ashton, a sly look on his face, confusing the other man. “Why did you stop?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“What?”

“Tell me what you want, Ash,” Ryker repeated.

Ashton pressed his lips in a thin line as he narrowed his eyes slightly. Of course. Of-fucking-course, Ryker was going to use this opportunity to test him.

To torture him.

Ashton was in half a mind to tell Ryker to go fuck himself where the sun doesn’t shine. He had quite a few names in his head that he wanted to call Ryker. But on the other hand he was painfully hard, and was aching for a release. And he also couldn’t deny that he had never been with anyone that was quite as talented as Ryker when it came to the art of pleasuring.

“You love playing games, don’t you?” Ashton finally said.

“Games are fun.”

“You want to know what I want?” Ashton spoke, his voice coming out lower and deeper than usual.

Ryker nodded. Ashton bent down slightly as he kept his hand on Ryker’s cheek, sliding it down slowly before grabbing the side of his neck and then his jaw. Ryker furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting this change of events.

“I want to fuck your face.”

Ryker’s eyes widened in surprise as the two men stared at each other. Ashton rubbed Ryker’s lower lip with his thumb, parting them ever so slightly. Ryker nodded wordlessly. Ashton moved his hand to the back of Ryker’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

The kiss didn’t last long, Ashton was sitting straight again as he guided Ryker’s face back to his dick. Ashton grabbed hold of Ryker’s hair, his grip not as gentle as before. He slid down so that his hips were at the edge of the couch, giving him the perfect angle to move his pelvis up and down.

Ashton said he wanted to fuck Ryker’s face, and that’s exactly what he did. Sometime during it, Ryker started stroking his own dick. Ashton couldn’t help but grow even more aroused at the scene. Ryker on his knees in front of him, occasionally looking up at Ashton with lust filled eyes as he simultaneously masturbated.

“I’m going to cum,” Ashton whispered. That must’ve urged Ryker to work harder, as he starting bobbing his head up and down faster than before.

Ashton tried to pull away as he felt himself right at the edge, but it seemed like Ryker had other plans. He didn’t move an inch, and continued sucking Ashton until the man was orgasming.

Ashton’s eyes opened as he tried to catch his breath, he looked down to see Ryker’s gaze on him with a few drops of cum on his lips. Ryker licked the corner of his lips with his eyes still on Ashton. And if Ashton hadn’t climaxed just a few seconds ago then he would’ve definitely been hard again.

Ashton looked down to see that Ryker was still lazily stroking his own dick. He looked back at his face, before speaking.

“Stand up,” Ashton ordered. Ryker did so without any complaint. With Ryker standing and Ashton on the couch, his face was at the perfect height. He gripped Ryker’s dick as he inched his mouth closer and closer.

“You don’t have to do this,” Ryker said softly as he kept a hand on top of Ashton’s head, gently touching his hair. Ashton looked at Ryker’s face, a concerned expression on it.

“I know,” Ashton replied. “But I want to.”

Just a few hours ago, Ashton never would’ve thought that he’d soon, or ever, have a dick in his mouth. That too of the man he had long declared his rival. But oh well…

Ashton did what felt natural. He had been on the receiving end plenty of times, and he knew what felt good. He hollowed out his cheeks, tried his best to keep his teeth away, and sucked like his life depended on it. It seemed to have worked, as it didn’t take long before Ryker was grabbing his hair with his head thrown back like he was seeing stars.

The sudden jolt of Ryker’s load hitting the back of his throat made Ashton push himself away, causing his face to get coated. He touched the warm, thick liquid both carefully and curiously with the tip of his finger. Ryker was staring down at him, watching intently as Ashton brought the finger to his lips. His eyes flickered up to meet Ryker’s, who looked even more turned on, if that was even possible.

“I… I need a shower,” Ashton broke the silence. “Again.”

“Come on,” Ryker brought his hand forward for Ashton to grab. Ashton looked from the other man’s face to his palm, before finally holding it as Ryker helped him up.

Unlike the shower they took earlier, this one was far more innocent. Even though Ashton had seen Ryker’s naked body wet and glistening under the water not too long ago, it was still as mesmerizing as the first time. However, both of them tried their best not to get distracted as they kept the shared shower a brief affair. Simply cleaning up and getting out.

Ryker lent Ashton a pair of fresh shorts. Both of them did not even bother to put on a t-shirt as they went back to the living room.

The silence wasn’t helping Ashton. At least when the two of them were talking or bickering or making out, he could keep his mind away from running at a thousand miles per minute. But as the two remained quiet, his intrusive thoughts started growing in number.

What was he thinking hooking up with Ryker? Was he out of his goddamn mind? The deal they made was stupid. He knew that. He wasn’t dumb enough to actually believe that the two of them could simply ignore everything that had happened today. That they could go back to pretending like they had never kissed or sucked each other’s di—

“So are you, like, bisexual or something?” Ashton questioned.

“Yeah,” Ryker answered.

“Cool.”

“I’m sure you must be feeling confused. I just want you to know that it’s okay to—”

“Not really, no. I’m good,” Ashton shrugged nonchalantly, causing Ryker to raise a curious brow.

“You’re not… you’re not confused in the slightest? You just hooked up with a man for the first time and you’re completely cool with that?”

“Who said it was my first time with another man?” Ashton retorted, casually picking up the television remote as he turned it on.

“What?” Ryker looked beyond shocked.

“I’ve been with another man… once,” Ashton paused. “Well, not exactly solely. It was more like a threeway sort of situation, you know? There was a girl there too.”

“Oh,” Ryker was speechless. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why not?”

“No reason,” Ryker muttered.

“Come on, talk,” Ashton urged.

“I just figured you’d be more, I don’t know, rigid and closed off about…”

“About?”

“Exploring,” Ryker spoke. “Sexual stuff.”

“I keep saying that there’s a lot you don’t know about me but you keep on underestimating me,” Ashton mumbled.

Ryker didn’t say anything, making Ashton glance at the other man. Ryker was staring right ahead, looking lost in his thoughts. His jaw seemed tightly locked, and if Ashton didn’t know any better he would say that Ryker seemed…jealous.

Ashton hadn’t lied to Ryker, but he hadn’t exactly told him the complete truth either. The threeway he was talking about… well, he was more of a bystander there. And it reality it was just an awkward night. He didn’t even stay long enough to see the other man take off his pants.

So technically, Ryker was the first man Ashton had properly hooked up with, and Ashton would’ve cleared that up, but seeing Ryker’s reaction was entertaining.

“It was a fun night,” Ashton lied, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. “He was…something else. I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone as hot and passionate as him.”

“Who was he?”

“A model,” Ashton answered. “Met him at fashion week. He and his girlfriend were looking for a third.”

“I see,” Ryker muttered.

“What a night. Didn’t get any sleep.” Lie. Again. Ashton had made an excuse to leave within the first fifteen minutes, and slept a good seven hours in his own hotel room.

“Uh huh.” Ryker was now facing Ashton.

“He was a literal Adonis,” Ashton spoke dreamily. “Maybe I should look him up on Instagram or something. Make plans.”

“Ash?”

“Yeah?” Ashton turned to look at the other man.

“You’re a good actor. A great one.”

“What does that have to do with—”

“And I may not know a lot about your life in the last few years. But you’re forgetting that we grew up together. You can be the best actor in the entire world but I’ll still be able to see right through your act,” Ryker paused. “Who are you trying to fool, Ash?”

“I’m not… I’m—” Ashton blinked. Fuck, he had been caught. He really thought he was selling it well. Ryker let out a small chuckle, the corner of his lips rising up in a smirk as he inched closer to Ashton. He kept his hand on Ashton’s cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“So, you like making me jealous, hm?” Ryker spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Cute.”

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