Massage Practice - Part 8

Drake only smirked more, stretching out on the couch again. “What? Don’t look at me like that. You wanted me to keep quiet, that’s my price. Take it or leave it.”

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Drake locked his fingers behind his head with that same smug grin across his face.

“You’ve got twenty-four hours,” he said casually. “I head home day after tomorrow, so you two better figure out if you’re in or out.”

Levi sat frozen on the edge of the couch. “Twenty-four hours for what?”

Drake just smirked, tapped the side of his nose, and started walking away. “To decide.” He glanced back once, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Clock’s ticking, boys.”

The door to his room shut with a soft click, leaving them in stunned silence.

Seb finally let out a breath. “He’s kidding. He has to be.”

Levi shook his head. “No. No way. He’s just fucking with us. That’s what Drake does.”

“Then why would he give us a deadline?” Seb shot back, keeping his voice low even though the door was closed. “That wasn’t a joke, Levi. He’s serious.”

Levi rubbed his hands over his face. “You’re overthinking it. He’s not gonna go around telling people. He wouldn’t.”

Seb looked at him hard. “You sure about that?”

The silence between them stretched, heavy with doubt and anticipation.

The next morning, they sat at the small kitchen table with Drake and their parents, plates of scrambled eggs and toast scattered between them.

Sebastian stabbed at his food, trying not to look across the table at Drake, who was unusually quiet for once. He had that same damn smirk though, like he knew exactly what was running through their heads.

And then, right in the middle of their mom talking about weekend plans, Drake leaned back in his chair and stretched, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Hey, Levi,” he said casually, “you might wanna invest in a new mattress, man. Thing’s squeaky as hell. Kept me up half the night hearing it through the wall.”

Levi forced a laugh, face burning. Seb nearly choked on his coffee. They both looked over to see if their parents caught the comment but they seemed unfazed and continued on planning their big adventure to the grocery store this weekend. Drake only grinned wider, eyes flicking between them with pure satisfaction.

That was the moment they knew. He wasn’t bluffing.

The day dragged on with mundane work tasks for Levi, scheduling clients for Sebastian, and fear of giving Drake an answer for both of them. He was out, wrapping up things at his office since he was leaving to go back home in the morning, but still, the tension in the house was uneasy.

Later that afternoon, when everyone was back home from work, they cornered Drake in the hallway.

Seb’s voice was sharp. “What the hell was that at breakfast?”

Drake leaned against the wall, utterly relaxed. “Just making conversation. You guys eat too quiet.”

“Bullshit,” Levi snapped. “You basically told them…”

Drake cut him off with a raised brow. “Relax. They didn’t suspect a thing. Just thought I was making a joke. Which I was, they just didn’t know it was a sex joke.”

Seb glared at him. “So this is serious. You actually expect us to…” He trailed off, not even able to finish the sentence.

Drake pushed off the wall, stepping closer with that infuriating smirk. “Yeah. I told you what I want. Just once. Then it’s done. I’ll never breathe a word about any of it. But if you’d rather roll the dice and hope no one else hears about those squeaks…your call.”

Levi’s jaw tightened. “You’re unbelievable.”

Drake shrugged. “Maybe. But I’m not kidding.”

Seb looked at Levi, who was staring at the floor, torn between anger and panic. Finally Seb spoke, voice low. “Fine. We’ll do it.”

Levi’s head snapped up. “Seb…”

“We don’t have a choice,” Seb said firmly. His stomach was twisted in knots, but he held Drake’s gaze.

Drake’s smirk deepened into something more satisfied. “Smart man.” He clapped Seb on the shoulder as if they’d just struck a business deal. “Tonight. After they’re asleep.”

And with that, he walked away like he’d already won, leaving Sebastian and Levi standing in the hall, dumbfounded and uneasy.

Night settled thick and quiet over the house. Their parents on the far side of the house had long since gone to bed, their door shut, no sounds except their dads snoring and the faint hum of the AC. Seb and Levi lay side by side on Levi’s bed, barely speaking, the air between them wound tight with nerves. Both their phones chimed at the same time.

A text from Drake: “Midnight. Start without me. I’ll come in once you’re warmed up.”

Levi read it, his mouth dry. “He’s actually serious,” he whispered.

Seb swallowed, gave a nervous little grin, and nodded. “Guess so. You good?”

Levi hesitated, then leaned in and kissed him. “Yeah. Let’s just…get it over with.”

By the time the clock ticked close to midnight, their breathing had already shifted into that familiar rhythm of anticipation. They slid closer, mouths meeting in slow, searching kisses. Their hands trembled just enough to betray their nerves as they tugged at each other’s shirts, lifting them up and off, then tossing them aside.

Seb brushed his lips down Levi’s jaw, his hands running over the warm lines of muscle in his chest. Levi answered by sliding Seb’s shorts down, knuckles grazing his hips, pulling until he was bare. They traded spots, stripping the rest of Levi’s clothes off, leaving both of them exposed and flushed in the dim light.

They kissed again, deeper, the hesitation still there but fading with each press of tongue, each grind of body against body. Seb slid his hand down, wrapping it around Levi’s cock, stroking him until Levi moaned into his mouth. The sound broke something loose. Their rhythm changed. Urgency replaced nerves.

Levi tugged Seb onto his back, crawling over him. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Seb smirked, already reaching to guide him. “Yeah.”

Levi shifted, lining himself up until his mouth hovered over Seb’s cock. At the same time, Seb tilted up, pulling Levi closer until he could take him in his own mouth. They sank down together, mouths full, groans vibrating against each other’s skin in a 69 position.

The room filled with the wet sounds of sucking, the muffled gasps, the creak of the mattress under their weight. They fell into it, forgetting the outside world. Until the door creaked open.

Both froze, cocks slipping wet from their mouths, heads snapping up.

Drake stood in the doorway, silhouetted in the low light, calm as ever. He shut the door softly and whispered, “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

Seb’s chest heaved. Levi glanced at him, wide-eyed. Then slowly, almost defiantly, they both bent back down, mouths closing around each other again.

Drake dragged a chair from the corner and sat down. He leaned back, one ankle over a knee, just watching. His breathing was audible in the quiet room. Every so often, a low chuckle or murmur: “Yeah…just like that.”

Seb pulled off Levi and yanked him up and around, kissing him hard. Levi straddled his hips, grinding down, both of them slick and leaking against each other’s stomachs. Their bodies moved together like they’d forgotten anyone else was in the room.

Then came the sound…the metallic clank of a belt buckle, fabric shifting. They didn’t have to look. Drake was touching himself. His breaths came heavier, paced to their movements.

Levi broke the kiss to gasp, forehead pressed against Seb’s. “Fuck, he’s really doing it.” He whispered.

Seb’s only answer was another kiss, rougher, hungrier.

Levi reached back, lining Seb up. His body sank down slowly, inch by inch until Seb was buried inside him. His head tipped back with a groan that seemed to shake the walls. Seb gripped his hips, guiding him, watching every twitch of pleasure cross Levi’s face.

From the corner, Drake’s breathing turned ragged. Curiosity pulled their eyes to him.

He was naked now, his clothes discarded at his feet. His cock was thick and leaking, his hand working it in steady strokes, glistening in the low light. His chest rose and fell as he stared right at them, eyes locked, unblinking.

The sight lit something hot inside both of them. Levi moaned louder, bouncing harder on Seb’s cock. Seb thrust up to meet him, groaning into his neck. They were past the point of hesitation now, their noises filling the room, their movements wet and urgent.

“Fuck…yeah…” Drake muttered, stroking faster.

Sebastian grabbed Levi and flipped him forward, pressing him onto all fours, sliding back in with a shudder. Levi let out a sharp cry, face buried in the sheets, ass pushing back into every thrust.

They were angled right at Drake now, who sat on the edge of the chair, jerking harder, his whole body tense. His cock gleamed in his hand, veins standing out, his lips parted as he moaned along with them.

Then he stood.

He kicked the rest of his clothes aside and inched closer, never breaking his rhythm. His shadow loomed over them, strokes growing faster, his eyes roaming every detail of Seb driving into Levi, of the sweat-slick muscles flexing, of the raw sounds spilling out of both of them.

The room was nothing but breath and skin and the pulse of three bodies caught in the same current.

Seb drove into Levi hard, their bodies slapping together, the wet sound of it filling the room with every thrust. Levi’s face was buried in the mattress, hands gripping the sheets tight as he pushed back to meet Seb. The rhythm was raw, hungry, and not far away Drake still stood, fist sliding up and down his cock, eyes fixed on the two of them.

He stepped closer, slowly, the heat of his presence pressing into them. His voice came low, rough with arousal. “Fuck him harder, Sebby. Make him scream.”

Seb gritted his teeth, slamming his hips forward, and Levi’s muffled groan spilled out against the pillow. Drake circled closer to the bed, one hand stroking his length, the other brushing across Seb’s sweaty back before trailing away again. The touch was brief, teasing, but it lit a spark in both of them.

“Look at his ass taking you,” Drake murmured, his breath heavy. “Perfect fucking view. Keep him begging for it.”

Levi turned his head, panting, his cheeks flushed red. His eyes locked on Drake’s, caught between embarrassment and the rush of being watched. Seb caught it too and drove in deeper, grinding his hips down hard, forcing another groan out of him.

Drake gave a dark chuckle and shook his head. “Good boys.”

His strokes grew faster, precum shining along his shaft, his body swaying closer to the edge of the bed. He didn’t climb up, but his cock hovered just a foot from Levi’s face whenever Levi lifted his head. Seb pounded into him from behind, both of them moaning into the sheets, while Drake’s voice kept pushing them.

“Flip him over. I want to see his face when he takes it.”

Seb grabbed Levi by the hips and rolled him over, sliding back inside with a sharp thrust that made Levi’s back arch. Levi clutched at Seb’s arms, moaning louder now, his legs spread wide. The sight had Drake practically snarling as he stroked himself, eyes locked on the way Seb’s cock disappeared inside Levi’s slick hole.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Drake groaned, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “Ride him. Show me how desperate you are.”

Levi obeyed without even thinking, pulling Seb down into a rough kiss while rocking his hips up to bury Seb deeper inside him. Their tongues tangled, their bodies grinding, sweat sticking them together. The mattress creaked beneath them, every movement amplified by Drake’s presence so close at the edge of the bed.

Then it hit. Seb’s thrusts went wild, Levi’s moans spilling raw and loud, and Drake’s voice cut through, rough and commanding. “Don’t hold back. Cum for me. Both of you. Right now.”

Seb groaned against Levi’s mouth, shoving deep as his orgasm ripped through him. Levi’s body trembled, clutching Seb tight as he spilled across both of their stomachs.

Drake’s fist blurred, his teeth clenched. A second later his cock jerked, ropes of hot cum shooting across their bodies, streaking Levi’s chest, Seb’s shoulder, dripping down their skin. He let out a guttural groan as the last spurt dripped from his tip, falling right between them where they were still tangled together.

For a moment the room was nothing but panting, heavy and uneven, the air thick with sex.

Drake finally caught his breath, chest still heaving as he slowly backed away. He smirked down at them, his voice rough. “Your secret’s safe with me. Hell of a show, boys.”

He pulled his clothes back on piece by piece, still flushed and glistening with sweat, then slipped out the door, leaving them sprawled in the bed, messy, breathless, and shaken by how far they’d just gone.