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“Why don't you bother someone else for once?”
John winces as he thinks about his and Smittys argument from earlier as he gets ready for bed. Smitty had left the house afterwards, and he probably wouldn't be back for a good long while. He's barely able to hold back tears as he brushes his teeth, taking a shaky breath as he stares into the mirror.
It's his fault that Smitty left of course, he was right. All John is to the household is a bother. He's too clingy, and when he's not clingy he's too anxious. Either way he knows he annoys his housemates, especially Smitty. He leans away from the mirror, wiping away the tears he wasn't aware had fallen. And as he lays in bed and starts to fall asleep, he wishes to anyone that will listen that maybe, someday, he'd be less alone.
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John wakes up to a room that he doesn't recognize, and as he looks around nervously he sees a strange man. He and the man, who looks an alarming amount like himself but older, stare at each other for a long moment before they both start screaming.
There's a loud banging and then the bedroom door slams open, several familiar but not men peer into the room. They look as he and his doppelganger are, looking from John to the other John in utter bafflement. One of the men, the one who looks like his Grizzy, steps forward, giving him a hard stare that makes him nervous.
“Who the hell are you, and why do you look like John?” He says with narrowed eyes. John, who wonders if he should even be called that as it would get confusing fast, stares at him with wide, startled eyes. “I um, my name is also John?” He says, fidgeting with the sleeves of the sweater he wore to bed before he woke up here.
Grizzy, John assumes that he has the same name, sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay well, since we don't know how you got here we definitely don't know how to send you back, and it would be confusing to call you and our John, well, John.” He thinks for a moment before the man who looks like his Matt pipes up. “How about we call him Kryoz?” He asks with a goofy grin, pointing at him.
Grizzy nods before looking around the room. “Everyone else agree, Kryoz? John?” He turns to John no, Kryoz, he's going to have to get used to that, who swallows nervously and nods. His lookalike shrugs, not caring either way.
After that was settled, they go through introductions, and each of them have the names he expects. Kryoz tells them a little about his world, and he's struck by how different they are from the people he knows. They're so much closer and they're so friendly with each other. He doesn't want to assume, but they even seem to be more than friends.
They're all always on top of each other almost, so unafraid of cuddling and hugging. He hasn't seen a single argument break out that wasn't lighthearted in the few hours he's been here. It fills him with confusion and, though he doesn't want to admit it, he's almost jealous of the bond they have. Especially this Smitty and John.
Smitty and John seem so close they're practically attached at the hip, and Smitty himself is nothing short of clingy and affectionate with John, who complains but holds him just as close. While Kryoz wants what they have, he's incredibly nervous around Smitty, who eyes him with an expression that he can't read.
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It isn't until Kryoz is cornered in the kitchen around noon that something shifts in his dynamic with the people in the house. Smitty is the one who corners him, staring him down with curious eyes that have something else in them that Kryoz can't quite make out.
“Well, there's the pretty boy, I almost thought you were avoiding me.” Smitty says, grinning when his words cause Kryoz to blush and cover his face with a flustered squeak. He coos as he wraps an arm around Kryoz’ shoulders, “c'mon let's cuddle, huh?” He shakes him lightly, grin widening when Kryoz shyly nods.
He gets dragged to the couch and let's Smitty arrange him however he wants, blush only growing stronger when Smitty gathers him in his arms and squeezes him close. A hand starts carding through his hair and he can feel the stress of the day, both the argument with his Smitty and suddenly appearing in another universe, wash away as he melts against Smitty with a soft whine. His exhaustion gets the best of him and he doses off.
Smitty presses a fond kiss to Kryoz’ head when he's sure he's fallen asleep. He hasn't even known the guy for an hour and he already wants to squirrel him away and protect him, especially from his universe’ housemates. It didn't skip his notice that while Kryoz was nervous around everyone in the house he was especially nervous around him, like he was walking on eggshells when he was in his universe. He doesn't like Kryoz’ universe Smitty.
Sighing quietly, he thinks about the more… interesting thoughts he's had about Kryoz. He doesn't know if it's because of how sweet and shy he is, or if it's because he looks like John, but he wants to just take him apart. He wants to see how long it takes for him to beg so sweetly. His whines and whimpers do something to him, and he wants him under him.
He's distracted from his pondering by Matt coming into the room, and he runs his hand through Kryoz’ hair gently when he subconsciously tenses up in his sleep. Once Kryoz relaxes again Smitty sets his chin on his head, looking up at Matt with sad eyes. “We can't let him go back there Matt.” He says, tightening his hold on the younger slightly.
Matt looks over the two, a sadness hitting him when he sees how tightly Kryoz is curled up, like he's trying to take up as little space as possible even in his sleep. And he looks at Smitty, who has the younger man held so close it was like he was trying to fuse their bodies together. Matt's not as good at the emotional stuff as some of the others, but he can't just stand here as Smitty looks at him with those big, sad eyes.
He gets Smitty to scooch up on the couch just enough so he could sit behind him, with Smitty between his legs. Matt wraps his arms around him, pressing gentle, slow kisses wherever he can reach. He smiles against Smittys skin as he tilts his head to give Matt more space with a content sigh, a dopey smile growing on his face.
“For now, all we can do is shower him in the affection he clearly needs. And you're doing a great job.” Matt says, pulling Smittys face into reach and kissing him gently on the lips. “Hm, oddly intelligent of you, who are you and what did you do to Matt?” Smitty teases affectionately, giggling when Matt rubs his facial hair against his neck in retribution.
He pushes Matt's head away gently with a fond laugh, and both of them freeze as Kryoz sits up while rubbing at his eyes with a yawn. He tenses as he pauses to process the addition of another person on the couch with wide eyes, relaxing slightly when Matt gives him a goofy wave. Smitty pouts as Kryoz tries to wiggle out of his arms.
He reluctantly lets him go, giving him a soft smile, trying not to be too obviously fond at the embarrassed look from him. Kryoz waves shyly at Matt before ducking his head and leaving the room. Once he's out of earshot, Smitty looks up at Matt, who's staring after Kryoz like he just wants to ravish him.
Smitty knows their housemates will have their own experiences with Kryoz that willmake them want to just bring him to a bedroom and take him then and there, and from the look on Matt's face, he feels the same way. They'll soon find out that so does Kryoz.
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It's hours later, after a tension fueled group lunch, that Smitty and Matt decide to talk to Kryoz about it. They'd already talked to each other, all that was left was to talk to Kryoz. And that brings them to where they are now, standing outside of the spare bedroom that was given to him not long after he showed up.
Smitty knocks on the door, and smiles at Kryoz when he opens it, a confused and nervous look on his face. “Hey bud! Me and Matt wanted to talk to you about something.” He says with a carefree smile on his face.
Kryoz’ eyes go wide at his words, worst case scenarios running through his head. He ducks his head down nervously “Um, did I do something wrong? M'sorry for whatever I-” He's cut off by Smitty loudly exclaiming the contrary and wildly waving his hands with wide eyes.
“No no no! You didn't do anything wrong, promise! We just wanted to talk, it's okay.” He says, gently grabbing Kryoz’ hands and squeezing lightly. Smitty and Matts hearts break at the confused and slightly scared look on his face. “Here, how about we go sit down, sweetheart hm?” Kryoz’ face goes red at the pet name, but he shyly nods and let's the two into his room, and Matt shuts the door behind them.
“Alright sunshine, me and Matt have already talked about this, and it's entirely up to you, but um” Smittys face goes red as he talks and Matt fondly rolls his eyes and takes over for him. “What Smitty is trying to ask is if you want to have sex, with us, or just him, whatever you're more comfortable with.” Both Smitty and Kryoz’ faces go bright red at the forward wording, and Kryoz head ducks down nervously, looking up through the hair in front to his eyes.
“Um, both is fine just um, take turns? And be gentle, please? Only if you want to um it's okay-” He's interrupted by Matt, who grabs his hands this time, leveling him with a stern look. “We’re only doing what's comfortable for you, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable or want it to stop you tell us okay? Promise me?” Kryoz swallows nervously, looking over to Smitty, who nods with a serious look on his face.
“Okay, promise.” He says, almost tearing up over how careful they are with him. Kryoz takes in a shaky breath as Matt rubs his hands, giving him a moment to collect himself. When Kryoz has calmed down, he shakes his hands in his to get his attention. “Okay Kryoz, we're gonna use the stoplight system, you know what that is?” When Kryoz shakes his head he looks to Smitty, wanting him to tell him.
“Green means you're good to go and you're comfortable, yellow means you need to take a pause and take a break or talk something out, and red means you want it to stop completely with no questions asked, alright sunshine?” He smiles when Kryoz nods. “I need to hear words sweetheart.”
“Um, yes, that's okay.” He says shyly, fidgeting with his sleeves. Matt let's his hands go, and stands to strip to his underwear. Smitty watches him appreciatively, before his attention turns to the youngest. “Color?” Kryoz turns his eyes from Matt's now almost naked form after some struggle. “Green, m'green.” He says, eyes slowly shifting back to Matt.
Smitty smirks, “Good, that's a good boy.” His smirk widens at the whine that escapes Kryoz’ mouth, a praise kink huh? Somehow he manages to get even cuter. He stands so he can undress, motioning for Kryoz to do the same. He watches him undress hungrily, resisting the urge to just pounce on him now. They need to take this slowly.
Kryoz undresses slowly, nerves and something lustful thrumming through his body. He hesitates when he's standing in just his underwear and shirt, clutching the end of his shirt. Smitty walks forward, taking the end of the shirt from his hands and giving him an encouraging smile, pulling it up and over his head when he gets a nod.
Smitty gently pushes Kryoz down onto the bed, reverently brushing his hands over his sides and stomach before drifting up to his head and pulling him into a gentle but passionate kiss, swallowing his needy whimpers as he buries his hands in the back of his hair. Kryoz’ hips buck up, making their clothed erections brush against each other, making both of them groan and pant.
Matt slips onto the bed as Smitty moves back to get undressed, letting Kryoz’ head settle in his lap and holding his hands in his, giving him a goofy smile when he looks up at him. Kryoz relaxes more, lightly squeezing Matts hands and smiling shyly up at him. Matt coos at him, delighting in the soft dusting of blush across his cheeks.
Smitty, who has taken his underwear off at this point, opens the bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube they'd forgotten was in there, uncapping it and pouring a generous amount onto his hands. He takes a few seconds to warm it up, wanting to make the process of opening Kryoz up as comfortable as possible, something that makes the aforementioned man blush harder.
Before Smitty pulls Kryoz’ underwear down, he looks up at his two bedmates, first at Matt and then at Kryzoz who he lingers on. “You still green, angel?” He asks, using his free hand , to gently caress his face, smiling at Kryoz’ confirmation hum. His pupils are dilated in lust, and he's making the most beautiful sounds under his breath already and Smitty hasn't even started yet.
Once he gets his confirmation Smitty can't wait any longer, pulling down Kryoz’ underwear and discarding it off to the side to pick up later. He considers taking a moment to work Kryoz up, and mark up his thighs, but decides that he can do that later, the poor boys waited long enough.
Smitty circles his finger around his hole, ensuring that there's enough lube for a fairly easy slide in, and starts slowly sinking his finger into Kryoz’ velvety heat. He drinks up the soft pants and whines, lust blown eyes watching his every move as his finger starts carefully thrusting.
Slowly he adds more fingers, until he's buried 3 fingers into Kryoz’ hole, and he watches Kryoz’ cock twitch with rapt attention as he crooks his fingers just right and brushes his prostate. The loud, heady moan from the man goes straight to his own cock, and he quickly removes his fingers when he deems him ready.
“Ready Sunshine?” Smitty asks as he slathers lube onto his cock. “Mmhmm, please, please fuck me.” Kryoz’ moans out, too worked up to be self conscious about how forward he's being. “Alright, alright my gorgeous boy, I've got you.” He can't resist leaning down to kiss up his stomach for a moment, overwhelmed with a sudden burst of love for the beautiful man underneath him.
Smitty leans back, slicking up his cock with a little more lube for good measure. He wipes the lube on his hand off on the sheets before carefully pushing in, pausing and waiting for the pained look to leave Kryoz’ face. When he gets the go ahead, he bottoms out, unable to hold back his own moan due to how tight Kryoz is.
Smitty takes a moment to let him get used to his girth, he's not egotistical but he knows he's not the smallest, before gently starting to rock his hips. He lifts Kryoz’ legs onto his shoulders for a deeper angle, both of them moaning and panting at the shift.
“More, please, need more.” Kryoz whined out, keening when Smittys cock hits his prostate dead on, setting a gentle but steady pace. The sound of skin on skin permeates the air, mixing with the moans and whines of pleasure. Smitty leans down to kiss Kryoz, moaning when his tongue is let into his mouth without a fight.
Smitty explores his mouth for a moment before he breaks the kiss as a hand lands in his hair and grips it, looking up through half lidded eyes at Matt, who he'd almost forgotten was there. Matt tugs his head over to Kryoz’ neck, and Smitty gets the memo when Kryoz tilts his head to the side.
Smitty starts kissing and suckling marks on Kryoz’ neck, the sensation making him whimper and moan. “Smitty, m'close.” Kryoz whines out, letting out a high moan as Smitty quickens his pace. “Me too.” Smitty groans. Kryoz whines as he pulls out, and he reaches for Smitty with teary, lust blown eyes.
“Wanna suck you off, wanna be a good boy.” Kryoz moans, the desperation tingling at the surface of his skin is overshadowed by his need to make Smitty feel good. “Oh sweetheart, you're already such a good boy for me, but if you want to you can suck me off.” He says, pressing kisses against his neck.
Kryoz scrambles to sit up as Smitty maneuvers to a position that would be comfortable for them both. As the warm heat of Kryoz’ mouth envelopes his cock, Smittys mouth drops open in a silent moan, heavy gasping breaths and moans escaping his mouth.
Kryoz’ jaw goes lax as Smitty buries a hand in his hair, letting him set the pace as he looks up at him with hazy eyes through the now messy hair in his face. “Oh, ohhh, good boy. You're so good for me. Breathe sunshine.” He reminds the man gently, smiling softly as Kryoz slips a hand into the hand not in his hair.
It's not long before Smitty feels that heat coiling in his gut. “I'm close, baby.” He pants hard as Kryoz grips the remainder of the cock not in his mouth, moaning long and loud as he cums strings down his throat. When he's finished, he pulls the man off his cock and helps him lean against a pillow.
Matt scooches forward on the bed. “Alright angel, what's your color?” Kryoz hummed, doing a mental check of his body. “Feel fine, m'green still.” He mumbles. Matt nods, “good, you're doing good, can I?” He asks as he motions towards his neglected member. “Mmm please.” Kryoz pleads as he gives him a desperate look.
Matt gives him an encouraging smile before wrapping a hand around his cock, watching his face screw up in pleasure. He works quickly but efficiently, drawing soft, whiny moans from Kryoz. It's not long before he's coming hard with a long drawn out moan, shaking with the pleasure.
Smitty stands with a slight wobble, turning to Matt. “Do you need any help with… anything?” He asks as he motions to his still clothed cock. “Nah, already came yknow.” He says, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in slight embarrassment as he wipes the cum on his hand off on the bedsheets. Smitty laughs fondly at him, shaking his head.
He walks to the bathroom, wetting a washrag to clean Kryoz up. He could hold off on cleanup thanks to the youngers killer blowjob. When he gets back to the bedroom, his heart melts at the sight he finds. Matt is laying in bed with Kryoz curled up in his arms. Smitty hates having to disturb them, but he doesn't want Kryoz to have to sleep dirty or sleep with cum and lube covered blankets, so he rouses them from their cuddle session.
“We can cuddle in a minute, Matt, go get blankets and water bottles, Kryoz you just sit there and look pretty, not that that's hard for you.” Smitty says with a wink as he leads the younger to a nearby chair, delighting in the blush on his face. Before he leaves he grabs clean clothes for all three of them and sets them out on the dresser.
Smitty crouches down to clean Kryoz up, wiping cum off of his cock, apologizing quietly when the other man winces in overstimulation. Once he's done he tosses the rag into the corner with their dirty clothes to deal with later. He finishes with that around the same time that Matt comes back with sheets, a comforter, and drinks and snacks. He smiles appreciatively as he takes the waters and chocolate bars.
The sheets get replaced and they get dressed into the clothes Smitty picked out, and Kryoz blushes at the crop top that got picked for him. He blushes harder at the appreciative look that Smitty and Matt give him as they look him up and down.
They settle down in bed after eating their candy bars and drinking their water, and Kryoz melts as he's cuddled between the two. Matt and Smittys eyes meet over him and they know that they both have the same thought. They'll do anything to keep a smile on the younger mans face, no matter what it takes.