Mix'N'Match

It was a long night. He drifted off periodically but spent most of it awake, tracking the breathing and movements of the other men. He heard Dimitri kissing Holly and murmuring reassurances and Holly returning them.

 

Giovanni and Leo were silent, sleeping as fitfully as Ezra.

 

Malachi and Rylan were talking the entire night very quietly. At one point, Ezra woke to find the bed rocking slightly. Soft wet smacking sounds filled the room and Rylan and Malachi were silent for the first time.

 

Ezra smirked, feeling Rylan moving, his hair just barely brushing his back. He had been polite enough to move to the side and presumably Malachi was on top of him or under him so they weren’t disturbing anyone else.

 

A low snicker after several minutes belied that thought. “Hot,” Leo said. The bed shifted as he sat up.

 

“Leo!” Malachi hissed.

 

“Oh shush,” Leo said cheerfully. “Everyone’s up.” He flipped a light on, making everyone wince. “Ezra finally woke up. Holly’s been jerking it for like ten minutes. Dimitri’s been trying to get him to stop, Giovanni has been pretending to hear nothing, and I’ve been trying to wake Ezra up for ages. Seriously streaks, I threw like seven pills at you. Can I get in on that?”

 

Ezra ignored the last statement and groped for one of the mentioned pills. He found it in his hair, just a little pink pill with ibuprofen printed on the side.

 

He rolled his eyes and finally turned over. Leo was sitting up, half shielding Giovanni who was visibly red. Even as Ezra was watching, Holly groaned and shoved his pajama bottoms down.

 

Rylan snickered and shoved Malachi off of him. Both of them were still mostly clothed, pants a little lower and a little skewed, but on. He straddled Malachi and shoved the larger man down, holding his wrists above his head in one hand. Malachi didn’t even struggle. “Good,” he said, sounding completely unperturbed only a little out of breath. “Then I can fuck him like I want.”

 

“Oh fuck,” Malachi breathed. His voice was raspy and hungry, a reedy whine of pure need underlying every word. He sounded wrecked.

 

It made more than one man in the bed moan. Ezra was one of them.

 

Rylan glanced over, eyes sharp and calculating on Ezra. He felt naked under the gaze, hot where Rylan’s eyes brushed, and suddenly worried he should have kept his mouth shut. This was still... Still new. All of it. He wasn't sure of his welcome and Rylan's stare was making him flush, his sleep addled mind confused and unsure.

 

Rylan sat down on Malachi’s lap, grinding down for a moment and making him moan. “Change of plan,” he said finally. “’Lachi, you’re gonna fuck me.”

 

“Fuckin’ A."

 

Rylan smirked and patted his chest. “You’re easy. Ezra, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m getting a chance at your ass before tomorrow.”

 

Ezra tilted his head back and twirled a strand of hair around one finger. He was still unsure, not positive if he was being serious. But... Rylan had been hitting on him. It- It couldn't hurt to... to try. He looked up coquettishly at Rylan through his lashes, ignoring the heat on his cheeks and the slight trembling of his hands, and fiddled with the waistband of his pants. “I thought you wanted to be rougher than I can handle right now.”

 

“Fuck,” Rylan hissed, scrambling off of Malachi. Malachi was only half a second behind him and seemed fully on board even as Rylan snapped open Ezra’s pants.

 

He yanked them down. “You’re going to tell me if I hurt you.”

 

“Y- Yeah,” Ezra agreed, arching his hips off the bed so Rylan could get him entirely naked. “O-“ he gasped as Rylan bit his neck hard. “Okay.”

 

Rylan reared back and stared down at him, as Malachi unsnapped his pants and pulled them down his hips.

 

 

 

Rylan left him no time to be unsure. It was fast and rough, Rylan controlling both from the middle. After, they lay together in a panting heap. Ezra's eyes slipped open slowly and he smiled up at Rylan who was still above him on all fours, looking down at him with a smirk. Malachi had collapsed next to Ezra, chest heaving, eyes closed.

 

Ezra met the stare with half lidded eyes and a langurous smile.

 

Rylan leaned forward after a moment and kissed his cheek. “How are you?” he asked gently, as he settled next to him, one hand tracing his ribs.

 

"Good," he breathed. "Really fucking good. God, that was hot."

 

Rylan chuckled and traced patterns onto his stomach. "Well, good to know you don't take much warming up. How are your ribs?"

 

It took long seconds for Ezra's hazy mind to grasp on the words and understand the meaning.

 

Ezra flicked him a thumbs up lazily. He was a little sore, sorer than he would be usually, but alright.

 

“That was hot,” Malachi declared, turning on his side and wrapping himself around Rylan. “Ten out of ten, would do again.” He grabbed his hand and kissed it. “And you won’t usually bottom.”

 

Rylan shifted his hips and winced. “Yup, I remember why now,” he groused. He settled more firmly against Malachi and grabbed Ezra’s hand to kiss it gently. “But still, I’d do it again.”

 

“I’d watch it again,” Leo said firmly. He moved forward and grabbed Ezra’s ass. “Hot.”

 

Ezra blushed. He hadn’t been thinking of the audience at the time, but now that he was, he glanced over Leo’s shoulder. Giovanni flushed and very quickly looked away. Dimitri had a similar reaction, but smiled at him anyway. He had Holly in his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him. Holly looked fully put out. He scowled at Ezra. “They’re done,” he growled. “Will someone please fuck me now?”

 

Dimitri let him go and Holly crawled across the bed, predatorily, back arched, ass swaying, drawing the eye of every man in the room, even Giovanni’s.

 

Holly leaned over Leo and reached for Ezra, hard, drawing him up into his arms and kissing him senseless. He let him back down gently. He had to; Ezra had gone limp again, stunned and breathless. Rylan caught him with a chuckle and drew him against his chest.

 

“Thanks for the show,” Holly whispered. “And thank Dimitri for not letting me interrupt,” he purred, louder, directing it behind him. "Maybe you can make it up to me."

 

Ezra followed his gaze without any conscious thought. He saw Dimitri’s throat convulse as he swallowed, but the man shook his head, wrapping his arms around his legs tightly. “I don’t think I’ll like performing for an audience much,” he murmured.

 

“And that still begs the question,” Holly purred, still sounding faintly annoyed. “Who’s going to-“

 

“He volunteers!” Leo called, raising Giovanni’s hand for him.

 

Giovanni’s eyes widened comically and his face went beet red. “W-What?”

 

Leo kissed his cheek instead of responding and gestured Holly over.

 

Holly went cautiously, looking vaguely concerned.

 

“Leo! I’m not going to- going to perform either!”

 

“I feel the sudden need for a bath,” Rylan declared suddenly. He stood quickly and circled the bed. He tugged Dimitri’s arms from around his knees and then bodily tossed the taller fae over his shoulder, getting a grunt, but no argument.

 

Ezra watched, mind still slow and heavy. Rylan glanced over his shoulder and beckoned at him. "Come along, Snuggle Muffin." Ezra scrambled to his feet, after him, without so much as a conscious decision on his part. He glanced back from the bathroom door to see Malachi’s eyes darting between the two groups. He finally settled on Giovanni. “Can I watch?”

 

“You can come to the bathroom with me,” Leo said cheerfully, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the bed.

 

Giovanni stared at their retreating backs, looking startled and lost.

 

Until Holly very gently cupped his cheek and turned his face towards him. He kissed him gently and Giovanni’s eyes slipped shut after a moment.

 

Leo pushed both Malachi and Ezra into the bathroom and shut the door firmly, blocking the view. He planted his hands on his hips and scowled at both of them. "No listening either!"

 

Malachi raised his hand in surrender and backed off as Ezra blinked at Leo.

 

After a moment of glaring at him, Leo giggled. "Oh my goodness golly gosh, Streaks. Did Rylan fuck your brains out?"

 

Ezra quickly started to shake his head and then switched it to a nod, making Leo laugh. He pulled Ezra across the bathroom and settled him on the low counter, with a towel between him and the marble. "Sit," he ordered, hands back on his hips. "Try not to fall off."

 

Ezra nodded obediantly.

 

Rylan glanced at them but just continued to fiddle with the nobs of the bath. He still had Dimitri over his shoulder, who was propping his head up with one hand, his elbow resting on Rylan’s lower back. “This is very uncomfortable,” he said flatly.

 

Rylan just chuckled and stood. He patted Dimitri’s ass. “Want down, princess?”

 

“Yes- Aah!” He let out a short scream as Rylan grabbed him by the waist and dumped him from over his shoulder and into the tub. He came up sputtering. “Ryl- Mmph!”

 

Rylan shut him up with a kiss, quickly joining him in the tub. Ezra couldn’t help but giggle as Rylan ignored and cut off Dimitri’s arguments- things about the tub being too small, his pajamas being wet, his hair being everywhere- with kisses while struggling to get him out of said wet pajamas.

 

Dimitri finally shoved him off of him and held him at arm’s length. “Up,” he demanded, a little helplessly. “Get out.” Rylan quickly stumbled out, looking worried. But as soon Rylan was out, Dimitri stripped himself, setting the dripping pajamas on the edge of the bath and turning off the taps. He settled into the tub more comfortably, sitting up against the back, long legs stretched in front of him, and then flipped his long braid out. It hit the marble floor with an audible slap, and he shifted again before beckoning Rylan back in. He pulled him to him but kept him standing.

 

“Hot,” Leo crowed happily, shucking his own pajamas and going for the lube on the counter. “Dimitri, I can join, right?”

 

Dimitri didn’t respond, but his legs spread, just a little. It was enough to make Leo’s eyes widen. “Is that an invitation?” he squeaked.

 

There was an audible pop. “Yes,” Dimitri said softly, his voice hoarse. “But not a demand. Your choice.”

 

Leo giggled, a wide smile stretching from ear to ear. “Oh my, how will I ever choose?”

 

Dimitri just grabbed Rylan’s hips and pulled him forward again.

 

“You two,” Rylan sighed, jerking his head around to glance at Malachi and Ezra. Malachi was by the door, watching with a smirk. Ezra was still on the counter, slowly coming out of his post-sex haze and unsure again that he should really be here, watching. “You should make out. Over here where I can watch.”

 

Ezra glanced up shyly at Malachi who looked startled but not mad at the offer. “I’d be willing to make out for his entertainment,” Ezra offered tentatively, forcing a smile, trying to keep his tone casual. “I can keep my hands to myself if you can.”

 

Malachi smiled back at him. “Yeah?” He crossed the room and tucked a strang of hair behind Ezra’s ear. “I’m down.” He cupped Ezra’s cheek and tilted his head up. He leaned down slowly, Ezra flushing, his eyes slipping shut.

 

“Where I can see you,” Rylan groused. Ezra's eyes flew open and he whimpered softly to see Malachi straightening.

 

Malachi smirked and tugged him up. “What would be most comfortable?” he asked, pressing a gentle hand to his ribs.

 

Ezra glanced at the ground and then around the small room. He pulled a towel down and laid it down on the tile. He looked up anxiously at Malachi, sure he was going to be turned down, that it was too intimate. “Think we can manage laying down on the floor?” he asked softly, very, very aware of both of their nudity and Rylan's eyes on them and trying not to look anywhere he shouldn’t. At least he knew his fantasies about how well endowed Malachi was were well founded.

 

Malachi nodded, expression soft. He settled in, seated on the ground, and tugged Ezra to the floor as well. Ezra was trembling slightly even as he berated himself for it. Malachi wasn't going to hurt him. But, he was startled to find, he believed that. He didn't scare him. Even as he pushed him gently down until he was flat on the floor. Ezra involuntarily let out a soft sigh of relief as his ribs stopped protesting. But he was still trembling softly, nervous and a little unsure at the gentle treatment.

 

Malachi laid down next to him, on his stomach, kissing his neck gently and up to his cheek. Feathersoft, butterfly kisses were pressed against the corner of his mouth. Malachi held himself up on his forearms, body angled away. There was no weight on Ezra, no greedy hands grasping for more, no expectations of sex. Not even desire from Malachi. Ezra hadn't been thinking about that so much before, intent on getting his hands all over Malachi, but it was all he could think about now. Their lips touched, and Malachi’s dreads brushed his shoulder.

 

He was gentle and sweet, and Rylan’s greedy gaze was like a brand on his skin, the moans and soft splashes as Leo and Dimitri rocked together in the tub filling his ears. He didn’t move, didn’t push for more, didn't even wrap Malachi up in his arms and pull him closer.

 

This… He hadn’t done this since before he lost his virginity to Rick. Well, he had never actually done this. Just kissed, softly, with no promise of more. It was nice. Pleasant. His body softened and stilled as the trembling finally stopped. He felt like he was floating, all of his attention on his lips, Malachi's mouth on his, and on his shoulder and neck, where the thin dreads brushed and swayed with Malachi's movements.

 

Dimitri let out a soft grunt. Ezra hadn’t even realized that he had come until he heard Leo praising him and Rylan’s gasped, “Fucking hot."

 

Malachi looked up sharply and Ezra followed the direction of his gaze, slower, in time to see them finish.

 

Malachi laughed softly, and rested his chin on Ezra’s shoulder. “No more making out,” he said, pulling Ezra’s gaze back to him. He grinned widely, meeting Ezra’s eyes. “I’m gonna come in my pants like a teenager if we keep this up for too much longer.”

Ezra laughed softly. “You’re not wearing pants,” he pointed out.

 

The grin widened. “I suppose not."

 

He patted Ezra’s chest and stood. He stepped over Ezra who blushed and quickly shut his eyes.

 

“Malachi, even my refractory time is not that good,” Rylan groused a moment later.

 

Water splashed slightly and Ezra risked opening his eyes and looking over. He got a very good view of Malachi’s ass and quickly averted his eyes but not before he saw Rylan had stepped out.

 

“Mine is,” Dimitri said softly. “If you can work around Leo. I don’t think he’s moving.”

 

“Fucking hot,” Malachi murmured, echoing Rylan. “Can I fit in there?”

 

Leo grumbled and climbed out. “I’m going to go check in on Gio and Holly. Dimitri, you’re the actual hottest. Have fun.”

 

Malachi splashed into the tub and on top of Dimitri.

 

Rylan grinned down at Ezra before flopping down next to him. “Want a hand with that?" he asked with a pointed look down. "I’ll be gentle.”

 

Ezra shook his head, to his own surprise and to Rylan's. His expression shifted instantly from playful to concerned. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did-"

 

Ezra shook his head quickly, placing a hand over Rylan's mouth. "I'm good," he said firmly. "Just... I'm good," he repeated. He tugged an arm around him and leaned into his chest, eyes sliding shut. "Really good."

 

Rylan stayed tensed but relaxed slowly against him, settling in and readjusting his grip. "Okay," he said belatedly, after a few minutes.

 

Ezra heard Malachi and Dimitri finish and the two getting up out of the bath. The water started draining and a few moments later the shower started up.

 

Rylan kissed his shoulder then. “Sweetheart, don't fall asleep here. I don't think we can fit in there with them. We can go to bed dirty, or wait.”

 

Ezra yawned, but shook his head when Rylan moved to help him up. “I’m sticky.” He cracked open his eyes and eyed Rylan speculatively. “You have to be sticky too. I thought you didn’t bottom.”

 

“I get the urge every few years,” he said, smirking slightly. “Circumstantial, usually. And then I’m grumpy and sore after and remember why I usually don’t.” He shifted and winced, scowling.

 

Malachi laughed from the shower. “I’d apologize for being rough, but you did it to yourself,” he called. The water shut off a moment later and both men shuffled out, wrapping themselves in towels. “Help yourself.”

 

Rylan helped him to his feet as Malachi started unwinding Dimitri’s long braid.

 

The shower was short and the bright spot was Rylan scowling and rubbing at his butt, mumbling and displeased.

 

Ezra stepped out with a smile, a towel landing on his head, thrown there by a sleepy looking Dimitri who was still having his hair combed by Malachi. He yawned and stood, the black strands pulled from Malachi’s grasp and draping on the ground. “We can deal with it tomorrow,” he said gently.

 

Rylan smirked and grabbed a handful, pulling Dimitri down for a kiss.

 

Malachi shook his head but smiled. He knocked on the door. “All clear?” he called.

 

At the shouted assent, he opened the door and they trooped out slowly. The other three men were all under the covers, Giovanni spooned between Leo and Holly, Holly the smallest spoon. He smiled and made grabby hands at Dimitri. “Pretty,” he cooed.

 

Dimitri went to him and was too tired to notice Giovanni’s flinch. He crawled under the covers, and buried his head in Holly’s chest before not moving and not speaking, not even to answer Holly’s teasing questions. He had apparently decided it was time to sleep and was having none of the joking.

 

Malachi smirked and piled in behind him, tossing an arm around his waist.

 

Ezra glanced at Rylan, who was looking back. He smirked and gestured. “I’m sleeping on the end. You don’t thrash in your sleep.”

 

“Shut up,” Malachi muttered, curling around Dimitri’s back.

 

Ezra got into the oversized bed, leaving a little bit of space between him and Malachi. Rylan quickly made up for the deficit, wrapping an arm around his waist, and pressing the sides of their bodies together. “Okay?”

 

Ezra nodded and Leo quickly flipped off the light. Ezra had much less trouble sleeping this time.