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Sweet Boys (and Lemonade)
Dorothea “Thea” had always been a quiet person. She never talked unless asked to. But she’d always been a good observer.
It was one of those Saturday nights in which she found herself in a disco, forced by some friends. She could've refused, but didn't see any good reason not to go.
The music was loud, people were chatting. Sophie was telling Amelia about a scandalous affair between a secretary and a married HR.
She sighed as she took a sip of her martini. Thea scanned the room, the dancefloor was full, bodies rubbing against each other.
She saw someone make out in a corner of the room, hands roaming.
People didn't have any sense of self-restraint anymore.
“Thea, what do you think?” Sophie asked her.
“That Heather should've kept her hands to herself.” She answered dryly.
“Kinda rude.” Commented Sophie.
“But honest." Replied Amelia.
Sophie gave her a look, but Amelia snorted, knowing her better than most. She elbowed Sophie lightly and continued to adjourn her about her life.
She scanned the disco once again, then her sight stumbled upon a man. He was sitting on a couch, talking softly with another man. The one who caught her attention was turned towards the other, one elbow rested upon the back of the couch. His cheek was on the palm of his hand. He had brown hair.
He looked… calm, confident in a way she rarely saw. He didn't scan the room, wasn't looking at anyone but the man he was speaking to. Usually people at the disco looked for a hook up or hit on someone or drank until they passed out. He wasn't doing any of those things. He was just talking. Interesting.
Her glass of martini was empty, the other two were still talking about god-knows-what. “Pardon me,” she interrupted Amelia, “but I need to go to the bathroom.”
The two girls exchanged a glance.
“The bathroom…” Repeated Sophie. “Obviously…” She smirked. “Have fun!” The girl shouted as Thea walked toward the couch. She made a quick stop at the counter, where she ordered another martini.
She sat down with the drink in her hands. She didn't lean towards the boys, she just sat there, turned fully to the table in front of the couch. She could hear part of the conversation.
“I'm telling you, we should use hardwood.” Said the brunette. “It's beautiful, sturdy and has a long lifespan.”
“With what money can we buy it? It's fucking expensive!” The blond shouted. “We should use tile.” He suggested. “It's durable, waterproof and way cheaper than hardwood.”
“Yes, but it's cold as fuck!”
Thea chuckled. This caught the attention of the two.
“Why are you laughing?” The blond man asked.
“You two are talking about flooring in a disco.” She gestured towards the room. “It’s ridiculous!”
“Someone said it!” The other man shouted. “He started it, he's been going on all night.”
“And you continued the conversation.” Noted the girl.
“If he can get in his stupid mind that tiles are better, I'll stop, but he's too stubborn.”
Thea shook her head. “What room are we talking about?”
“Living room.” They both replied.
“Then you should go with hardwood.” She suggested.
The brunette clapped his hands. “See?” He screamed as he jumped a little on the couch. “Told ya.”
“Hey, hey, hey…” The blond interjected before the friend could celebrate. “Why is it better?” He asked to Thea.
“It's expensive, you're right.” The blond smiled. “But…” she raised a finger. “The compromise in price to quality has no rival.” She explained. “My parents installed it 30 years ago. Never a single problem.”
The blond looked at the two, then sighed. “Fine, you've won.” He surrendered. “Happy now?”
The brunette smirked. “Yes.” Then he looked at the girl. “Anyway, What's your name?”
“I'm Dorothea.” She offered her hand.
“Hunter.” The brunette shook it, then she moved it towards the blond.
“I'm Flynn, nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
“Pardon me,” Thea started, “but why are you talking about carpentry at a disco?”
Hunter sighed, scraping the nape of his neck. “Some friends of ours have bought a house and they asked us what flooring they should use.”
Thea borrowed her brows. “Okay, this still doesn't explain why you're talking now.”
The blond pointed a finger towards Hunter. “He's a carpenter.”
“That explains a lot.”
They spent hours talking about anything. Flynn was still studying at university, the following year he would've graduated in tech. He was already working in a firm and was just waiting to get his diploma so he could get a promotion.
Hunter was a carpenter, he started working the moment he graduated from high school.
Amelia and Sophie before going away stopped by Thea to say goodbye to her. Sophie whispered to her: “You've hit two, good job.” Thea hit her on the shoulder and her friend, dramatic as always, faked an injury.
“Have fun!” Shouted Amelia as she dragged Sophie away, still laughing.
“Ignore them.” She said to the boys.
“Can I ask you a favour?”
Hunter lifted his head. “Go on.”
“I’ve just moved into my new place. There's this wardrobe that's fucking huge. I need some help. Can you…” She didn't need to finish, Hunter was already smiling.
“Anything for the girl who made Flynn come to his senses.”
“Rude.” Commented Flynn.
“You're gonna help me.”
“Why?”
“Because you owe me last night's drinks.”
The blond mumbled something. “Fine.”
“Thank you, guys.”
“When?”
“Next Saturday, 5 o'clock.”
At 5 o’clock the bell rang.
The first to arrive was Hunter.
She smiled as she closed the door behind her. “You didn't need to,” she glanced at the toolbox in his hands, “I have everything we need.”
“It's better to have more than less.” He replied.
Hunter looked around him, the living room was dominated by a couch near a window. The wall to his left was covered by green. Plants and flowers were thriving.
He felt the weight of his toolbox become lighter. As he looked down, he noticed one of Thea's hands taking the handle and the other the base.
“Give me.” She said, he loosened the grip.
“Where are the boxes?”
“In my bedroom.” She explained as she put the toolbox near a vase under the window.
He wanted to see the pieces to assemble, just to get an idea of how much time they needed and what tools.
“Let's wait for Flynn.” Thea said as if she knew what was going on in his mind.
Hunter snorted. “He's always late.”
After fifteen minutes the bell rang again.
“Sorry for the delay.” Flynn was panting. “But I had a problem at home.
“No problem.” She smiled as she moved to let him enter the apartment.
“Take this.” She offered the two boys.
Flynn tilted his head. “What's that?”
“It's lemonade.” She explained as she took another glass from the counter. “It gives energy before assembling the wardrobe.”
Hunter drank without hesitation. “Refreshing.” He commented.
“Thanks!” She then sipped her cup, then looked at Flynn. “Aren't you thirsty?”
“Not much. I don't drink a lot.”
She smiled softly. “You should. It's healthy drinking at least a liter of water per day.”
Flynn's lips twitched. He looked at Thea, whose face never faltered. Then took the cup in his hands.
As he tasted the lemonade, his blue eyes glowed. “It's good.”
Hunter laughed at the boy’s reaction. “It's lemonade! How can it not be good?”
“I've never tried it before.” He admitted.
Flynn and Thea exchanged a look. “How is it possible?” Mumbled the boy.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Never had the occasion.”
“Well, now you have.”
“Thank you.”
Flynn threw himself on the couch after two hours.
“Reminder for myself, never accept to help assemble furniture anymore.” He mumbled.
Hunter laughed gently as he sat near him.
A few minutes later Thea emerged from her bedroom.
“Thank you.”
“It's fine.” Answered Hunter. “He's just dramatic.” He pointed his finger to the other.
“Hey!”
“Look at me.” She ordered, voice calm but firm. Hunter straightened himself and fixed his eyes on her. Flynn made the same movements.
“Did you like the lemonade?” They nodded.
“Use your words.”
Hunter talked first. “It was really good. But it had a bitter aftertaste.”
“It had a strange taste.” Flynn admitted. “It was bitter, but I liked the bitterness of it.”
Silence fell in the room.
“I’m glad that you liked it.” She started. “It's a homemade recipe. My mom's.” She explained.
Then she got up from the low table. She moved towards the green wall, inspecting a lot of irises. The boys’ gaze never left her figure.
“Can you two come here?” She asked without turning around.
They got up and the couch crinkled.
Before reaching her, Thea turned. This left them a bit unsettled. She was smiling, then took the wrist of each person in one of her hands. She positioned them in front of the plant wall, back towards it.
“Do you like the place?” She asked.
“Yes.” They answered at the same time.
“Use your words.”
“It's small.” Flynn started, eyes always on hers. “But it seems bigger than it is. I like how you arranged the flowers.” He stopped talking.
“You can look at the wall.” Thea suggested. He did for a moment, then his gaze returned to her.
Then she looked at Hunter. “And you?”
“You have good taste.” She smiled. “The floor is sturdy,” he tapped the floor with his foot, “the counters are made of cedar. They'll last for generations.”
“They did, they were my grandparents’.” She explained.
“And the wardrobe, I don't know where you get the money, but it has a fantastic structure.”
“Thanks!” She replied.
She left both wrists and looked up and down both guys. Hunter was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, that did little to nothing to hide his muscles from his work.
Flynn was wearing grey sweatpants that showed his attributes.
Not bad.
His t-shirt was oversized, it was black with some scripts of a band she didn't know.
She moved her attention to Hunter. Her hands touched his jaw, then his cheek and then his lips. He didn't move an inch. Well, apparently her lemonade worked. She just needed one last proof to be sure. She pressed her lips onto his, no reaction. Yes, it worked. She deepened the kiss and slid her tongue inside his mouth. He let her do it. She smiled against his teeth.
She moved his hands to her waist, where they settled.
Only when her breath became short, Thea broke the kiss.
“Did you like it?” She asked.
He was panting, hands still on her waist. “Yes, your tongue is perfect,” voice still rough from the kiss, “it's so hot in my mouth. Your hands…” he squeezed his hands lightly. “they’re so soft. They feel like silk against my skin.”
“Good.” She took the hem of his t-shirt in her hands. “Lift your arms.” She took it off and launched it somewhere in the apartment. “Take your hands off me.” She said softly.
Her hands roamed his body, first his neck, then she touched the dip of his collarbone, which made him shiver.
He inhaled sharply as her index brushed one of his nipples.
“It feels good, doesn't it?” He nodded while biting his lower lip.
“You can make sounds,” she said as if it were an afterthought, “I like them.”
He responded with a low moan.
“Good boy.” She gave a gentle pat on his nipple. Then her gaze moved to Flynn.
He hadn't moved since she put him there. His face was still, no emotion, but she could see the erection from his sweatpants.
“Do you like the view?” She asked as she played with a strand of her hair. The other hand passed from his upper thigh, grazed the crotch under his sweatpants, moved upwards, until it met his throat. She held her hand there.
“Yes.” He groaned.
“Continue.”
“I want to be both of you. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth, your feather-like touch on my skin.” Her other hand roamed his whole chest, tracing the faint lines of his abs. “I want to feel his hands too. I've always wanted to feel them…” he hesitated, she moved her hands down, patting his erection.
“Your dick?” She asked with fake innocence.
He nodded. “Yes. I want to feel them on my…” he swallowed, “dick.”
“Good boy.” She squeezed gently there, which made him moan. “Soon it'll happen.”
She kissed him, slow. She wanted to make him feel every inch of her.
Thea moved her hands to his waistband, where they rested for a moment, enough to make him feel the presence of her hands there.
Then she shoved them down in a single movement, revealing his hard erection, visible even from his boxers.
“Well, we've got something important, don't we?” Her index brushed his boxers, he flinched at the touch.
“Get out of them.”
She stepped back a second, admiring her work. Two men who barely knew her were in her living room, hard as rocks and half naked.
“Look at each other.” They did as she said. Their breath was echoing in the whole room.
“Kiss.” They charged against each other. Their mouths met in a messy way, teeth clinging against each other and tongues colliding. Their hands were still against their body.
“You can touch each other if you want.”
Hunter moved his left hand to the nape of Flynn's neck while the other hand found his back, trying to get as close as possible to Flynn.
The other’s hands were immediately on Hunter's crotch and his nipple. Hunter moaned against his mouth.
Flynn broke the kiss first, his tongue left a translucent shine as he made his path down Hunter’s throat.
He immediately threw his head back to give Flynn more space to work with. He used his teeth, hard enough to leave purple marks and make Hunter shiver under his touch.
Thea cupped one of her breasts, still covered by her dress. “Take off Flynn's t-shirt.” Hunter almost ripped it apart, then it landed somewhere on the floor. She gave the same order for Hunter's jeans. They were in their underwear. Their dicks were separated just by the thin strands of their boxers. Every shift made one tremble.
“Stop.” They straightened themselves, even if their chests were still frantic and the breaths were uneven.
Only then, Thea moved towards them. She circled them as if they were her preys. She ran a finger down Hunter's spine, a little sound came out of his mouth. Then she squeezed one of Flynn's cheeks.
Then she stopped in front of them. “Look at you two.” She cupped Hunter's cheek. “So beautiful when you're like this.” Her other hand went on behind Flynn's neck. “I already know someone has had sexual fantasies,” her grip of his neck tightened slightly, “but what about you, Hunter?”
He swallowed hard at his name, he tried to look down at the floor. Thea's finger kept his eyes on her.
“Tell me.”
“I…” he bit his tongue. “I wondered what his touch felt like. How his mouth was.” He stopped for a moment, Thea's gaze made him continue. “Sometimes, when he talks, I just want to make him shut up with my mouth.” He admitted.
Thea smirked at his words. “You just did it. What did it feel like?”
“Amazing. He's so perfect, even better than I've ever imagined.”
Flynn's legs trembled at his words.
She processed the new information while they were, not moving a single limb.
“Do you wanna touch each other?”
They looked at each other, eyes dark with pupils dilated.
“Yes.” They answered in unison, voice rough.
She turned around, hips moving with every step. As she sat down on the armchair, one knee bent up. It showed a limp of her underwear.
Thea smiled at them. “Then show me how.”
Flynn kissed Hunter again, slower than before, but not less hungry. At the same time he shoved down Hunter's boxers. His cock was bounced a little from the sudden exposure. Flynn's hand covered it immediately, stroking it gently. Hunter moaned in his mouth, his hips moved forwards searching for more.
“Greedy, aren't we?” Commented Thea.
Hunter broke the kiss, his head moved towards Flynn's neck, making twin marks on his neck.
“He wants to please you.” Said the girl to Hunter. “Let him.”
At her words, Hunter moaned as he abandoned the other’s neck and threw his head back.
“Take him in your mouth.” She ordered Flynn. He gripped Hunter's hips and took him in one smooth movement.
“Fuck-” He cried out. His hands found Flynn's hair and moved him towards himself.
Flynn moved his head relentlessly. Wet sounds and light moans filled the room.
Hunter's legs were starting to give out, his tights were trembling, strained sounds from his mouth. He was near.
“Flynn, stop.” His head stopped in the middle of Hunter’s shaft. He left a broken moan. He tried to move Flynn's head, but Thea's steady “no.” Made him give up every try.
She got up from the armchair, as she walked towards them, Thea continued to talk. “Hunter let go of his hair.” His hands flopped into his sides. “Flynn, release him and get up.” His chin was shiny from Hunter's precum. She stopped in front of them.
Her thumb traced Flynn's, where she felt the stickiness. “It seems only gallant to clean him,” she turned to Hunter, who was watching them, “right?”
Hunter's tongue moved instantly, licking Flynn's chin, cheek, lips.
“Good boy.” His shoulders dropped at the compliment. “Step back.”
She studied Flynn for a second. There were faint marks on his neck, his nipples were hard, her fingers brushed them and it made him tremble.
She palpated his biceps. “Well, aren't you a strong one?”
“I go to the gym.” Yeah, it made sense.
She looked down for a moment, her gaze stopped at his crotch. It looked like it was hurting. She touched it through the light fabric of the boxers. He left out a groan. She took the waistband in her hands and slowly pulled them down.
She nodded to herself.
Not bad for real.
His dick was big, probably one of the biggest she's ever seen and it was throbbing. She stroked it once. Flynn closed his eyes as he bit his inner cheek.
“Well, well, well…” She complimented, “we do have something important, right?” She looked at Hunter while saying the last phrase.
He swallowed hard, eyes going from Thea's face to Flynn's cock, as if he were unsure where to look.
“Yes.”
“Did you know he’s like this?” She asked, her hand was still at Flynn's base, not moving.
“I had an idea,” he admitted with a voice shallow, “but I've never seen it.”
“Would you like it inside you?”
Hunter's cock twitched. “Yes, please,” he begged, “he's so big, I want him to stretch me until I cry.” His hands were curled in fists. “I want him inside me.”
She gave a few more strokes. “Heard what he said?” Flynn nodded. “Then do it.”
Before Flynn could do anything, she added. “Wait, on the couch.” She took one wrist of each in her hands and directed them to the couch. Hunter laid on his back, he was breathing hard. Flynn was still standing, hovering over him. Both of their gaze was on Thea, who was searching for something in one of the boxes near the window. She bent down, a glimpse of her panties was seen by both.
She returned with a bottle. She put a bit of lube on her fingers, made Hunter spread his leg and inserted them into him.
He left a low scream and arched his back at the intrusion.
The second he calmed himself, Thea started to move her fingers. Her eyes were locked on his, eating every silent scream and expression. She continued until he felt wide enough.
She removed her fingers and moved her attention to Flynn, whose gaze never left Hunter's entrance. She lubricated his shaft while Hunter watched with dark eyes. He parted his legs even more instinctively.
“Fuck him.”
Flynn crawled upon the other. He left a trail of kisses along his body until he reached his cock. Then he straightened and positioned himself.
They moaned at the same time. Flynn didn't move for a second.
He looked at Hunter, who cried out. “Please…” he muttered. “Move.”
He started to move, slowly at first, trying not to break his friend. Hunter's hands clingled to his shoulders, one of his fingers gripped his shoulder so tight that a drop of blood dropped down. Thea licked it clean. Her mouth didn't leave Flynn's shoulder, it moved to Hunter's hand, still gripping and made its way to Hunter's mouth.
Flynn's thrusts became faster and found Hunter's sweet spot. He moaned into Thea's mouth.
She cupped one of her breasts as she moved towards Flynn. And she kissed him with the same intensity.
“Do you like it?” She whispered against his mouth.
“I've never…” a moan cut what he was going to say. “I've never felt better. He's so tight, so perfect.”
They were reaching their end, Thea knew it from the way Hunter's tights tightened and Flynn's breath became even more uneven.
“Come. At the same time.” Hunter screamed as he arched, cum leaking onto his stomach, his hands, that were still on the other’s shoulders, gave out and splattered onto the couch.
Flynn made a last thrust then he came inside Hunter, she could see his load leaking from Hunter's hole. Then he collapsed onto him.
She let them breath while she disappeared into the kitchen. Hunter’s arms circled Flynn, who buried his face into the other’s chest. Their breaths felt like one as they recovered.
She returned with a bowl of water and some cloths. “Sit on the couch.” She said, voice soft as always.
She passed the wet cloth first on Hunter's body, she cleaned his stomach and pressed the cloth on the marks. She made him lay down, and cleaned his hole. Then she kissed him slower than before, cupping his face with both hands.
Then she cleaned Flynn, first his shoulders, where Hunter's fingers left some prints and traces of blood. Then his neck and cock.
She kissed him in the same way.
She left the cloth into the bowl and made them lie their heads on her tights, Hunter on her left’s and Flynn on her right's.
“You were so good for me today.” She whispered as she stroked their hair. “Responding to everything I've said so eagerly.” She made them look at her. “It feels good listening to my voice, doesn't it?”
“Yes, it does.” They answered.
“Then you'll continue to do it.” They confirmed it.
“You can sleep, my sweet boys. You've been good.”
While the boys slipped into their sleep, Dorothea smiled, now she had two boys who would've listened to everything she'd ever say.
She had a lot of plans for her sweet boys.