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Stomping and jeering starts the moment IV walks into the catering tent. There’s only three of them but they manage to make a spectacle of themselves calling out to him and banging on the table. Behind him, IV hears someone sigh and a muttered English. Oh good, now they look like a Stag Do terrorising Magaluf rather than a serious collective of musicians. He ducks his head and walks to his bandmates’ table as quickly as he can. The cheering starts again until he cuts II a hard look and he shushes the others.
‘Alright, you got me,’ IV says, hutching his shoulders in embarrassment. His bandmates grin up at him manically. They’ve managed to get a table in the corner, III and Vessel sitting elbow to elbow with II opposite.
‘Good afternoon, IV, glad you could finally join us,’ III says to him and IV snorts. It is 8.08am and IV is the last up. It’s officially festival season and III had suggested yesterday they make day one extra spicy by having a forfeit for the last person to get to breakfast.
‘So what’s my punishment?’ IV asks, expecting something like eating tabasco or something else equally tame.
‘Suck Vessel’s fingers,’ III says, eyes glinting. IV stares at him. Mortified. He’d thought that had been a private conversation.
‘But I’m eating,’ Vessel complains to III, still chewing toast.
‘You can eat one-handed,’ III says. Vessel grumbles but begins cutting his food in fork-sized chunks.
‘Now?’ IV chokes out, glancing around like they might not have noticed they’re in the middle of a packed fucking festival tent. II laughs and III nods, smiling evilly.
‘You could go under a table,’ II says, taking another gulp of Red Bull. IV realises his mouth is open and closes it quickly.
‘Leave your rings on,’ III says to Vessel as he sees him setting his folk down to remove them.
‘Is it you getting off on this or him?’ Vessel asks, arching his eyebrows at III.
‘I’m not getting off-’ IV says, flushing as he glances around again. They all look at him. Their expressions are far too knowing. IV sighs.
‘C’mon,’ III says, ‘sit down.’ He slides up the bench so there’s room for IV between him and Vessel. ‘You going down?’ III says, mouth curving.
‘Fine,’ IV grunts. ‘Tell me when.’ They all look in different directions, checking if anyone is looking their way.
‘Go,’ II says and IV slips off the bench under the table. He takes a moment to wonder how the fuck he’d got himself into this position. But really at this point he has no shame left so he might as well enjoy himself. He shuffles forward and tries not to think too hard about the bolt of heat that goes through him when he sees Vessel open his legs for him to kneel between. Vessel’s hand appears below the table. He twinkles his fingers at IV to make him laugh. He feels a hand in his hair and realises III is pulling him into place.
IV feels Vessel’s fingertips brush his lips. He wishes Vessel would shove them into his mouth. Force him to swallow them down. But Vessel’s careful, lightly flexing his fingers as IV takes the two longest into the wet, heat of his mouth. He groans.
‘Christ, shut up,' II says from the table above as III and Vessel laugh. IV swallows another groan as Vessel starts to fuck his fingers lightly in and out of his mouth. III was right about his rings. The metallic taste and texture on his tongue is making IV’s head spin. IV grunts trying to shift closer in the tight space under the table. His cock is throbbing inside his jeans. He’s so turned on that he's beginning to debate if he’s actually shameless enough to jerk himself off then and there.
Before he can actually lose his mind and unzip his jeans, III has shifted up the bench closer to Vessel and nudged his boot up between IV thighs. IV moans hard.
‘III,’ II grunts crossly.
‘Vessel, can’t you keep him fucking quiet?’ III says but IV can hear the grin in his voice. Vessel shoves his remaining two fingers into IV’s mouth. The sudden intrusion gives IV a full body shudder, goosebumps prickling on his arms. Vessel presses on his tongue as the fingers slide in and out of him. IV’s thighs are squeezing hard around III’s ankle as his hips roll, fucking himself against the solid pressure of III’s boot and the rough texture of his laces.
‘I didn’t know he’s such a slut,’ Vessel says, voice low, as he curls his fingers on IV’s tongue. IV shudders again. He’s so overstimulated by this point he can barely follow the muffled conversion.
‘He’d probably let you fuck him over this table,’ III says.
‘I know, right?’ Vessel says, pressing harder with his fingers, right on the edge of IV’s gag reflex. IV chokes, pulling back and panting hard. Once he’s sure he’s not going to throw up, he licks the tips of Vessel’s fingers, taking them back into his mouth.
‘You gonna puke?’ Vessel asks and IV shakes his head.
‘You gonna come?’ III asks and IV feels his whole body tingle with shame. He doesn’t answer. He can hear all of them giggling above him.
‘Go ahead then,’ III says, ‘but keep it quiet.’ He moves his boot, flexing his ankle so it’s catching IV just perfectly. IV can’t help but bite down on Vessel’s knuckles as he feels the sensation peak. He lets out a muffled grunt, his entire body trembling as the orgasm pulses through him. When his jaw finally relaxes Vessel takes his hand back and IV has to take a moment, panting with his head on Vessel’s thigh.
IV can feel III’s boot is still jammed tight between his legs. He shifts, opening his legs a little, and III removes his foot. IV can feel his come, sticking the fabric of his underwear to his skin uncomfortably. He glances at his jeans, relieved there doesn’t seem to be a wet patch. He squirms up onto the bench next to II, when he gives the word. He doesn’t look at the other two. His face is so red it feels like he’s sunburnt and he’s noticed now there’s drool all down his t-shirt.
‘I’ll get you some breakfast,’ II says, wiping his chin with the back of his knuckles. ‘You did good,’ he adds softly as he stands. IV feels himself blush harder if that’s possible. He glances across the table. Of course, they’re both grinning at him. Vessel holds up his hand to show him the teeth marks. They’re deep and purplish, and so it's so obvious what they are IV feels like his head might explode.
‘Sorry,’ he mumbles, sucking his lip.
‘Don’t be,’ III says, ‘you’re not the first dog who’s bit him.’ He takes Vessel’s hand and makes a show of gently kissing each finger. IV feels like his head might explode for a different reason. Vessel grumbles.
‘Are you done messing with him?’ Vessel says and III lets his hand go. III grins and inclines his head. He turns to grin at IV as Vessel collects his plate and cutlery and stands. Vessel pads around the table and kisses the side of IV’s head, with a muttered thank you before he leaves them. IV watches him go before turning to glare at III.