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Simeon leaned back into the couch cushions, staring at his boyfriend like he was trying to decide if this was some kind of elaborate setup. Bronco had said a lot of things over the years—plenty of them dumb, some of them reckless—but this one was… new. Wild, even by Bronco’s standards.
“So… you’ve been thinking about this for a while?” Simeon finally broke the silence, his voice laced with both curiosity and an edge of skepticism. Bronco didn’t usually ask for something like this—hell, he rarely asked for anything from Simeon at all.
Bronco paused, running a hand through his hair, his usual confidence wavering for a moment as he searched Simeon’s face. “It’s not just something I just came up with… It’s something I’ve wanted to try for a while now.”
“And you’re saying… you want me to let someone else—” He gestured vaguely. “—fuck me, while you watch?”
Bronco nodded slowly, a surge of arousal and embarrassment rushing through him as he thought about it. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. I wanna watch you with someone else. I wanna see you get lost in it. Watch you give in and lose control.” His voice dropped lower, growing more intense with every word. “You’re mine, Si. I want to see how far I can push you. See you slip away from me and into someone else’s hands.”
"You realize what you’re asking for, right?" Simeon’s voice was cool, but there was an edge of amusement hidden in his words. He wasn’t afraid of taking risks, but this was a whole new territory. The thought of Bronco sitting back and watching—inviting someone else into their sex life—wasn't something he’d expected. "You’re going to watch, and then what? You’re fine with me letting someone else touch me like that?"
Bronco’s gaze darkened, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You’ll be mine even when they’re touching you, Si. No one’s going to hold you the way I do. I just want to see it—see you lose control and not give a damn who’s watching." His voice dropped, becoming more fervent. "I want to watch you fall apart for someone else, even if it’s only for a moment. It’s about power. About trust ."
Simeon leaned back against the couch, considering it. He had always been the one to push and test Bronco, but now the roles felt reversed. The idea of someone else fucking him with his boyfriend's permission was kind of... exciting.
“You understand this could change things, right?” Simeon’s voice softened as he met Bronco’s eyes.
Bronco reached out to him, his fingers gently brushing against Simeon’s arm. “I guess I want to see how far you’re willing to go with me.”
There was a brief silence between them, both of them waiting for the other to make a decision. Bronco had always been confident, almost irritatingly so, but in this moment, he was vulnerable in a way that Simeon hadn’t seen before.
“Alright,” Simeon said, his voice steady, but the underlying heat in his words was unmistakable. “We’ll do it. But you know me, Bronco. I’m going to play my role convincingly. You should prepare yourself.”
Bronco’s grin returned, more wicked than ever. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Simeon’s lips. “You know I’ll be ready for whatever you give me.”
The next day, the air in the room felt thick with anticipation. Simeon was sprawled on the couch again, casually flipping through the TV channels. Bronco sat nearby, quietly contemplating his next step.
“You know,” Bronco started, his voice low, almost as if testing the waters. “I was thinking about… someone we both know. I’ve never really liked him on principle, but—” he hesitated, eyes flickering to Simeon, “—he’s always had a thing for you.”
Simeon raised an eyebrow but didn’t take his gaze off the TV. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific. Who?”
He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with an almost predatory intensity. “It’s Xavier. You know him. He’s been eyeing you for a while now—never made a move, but he’s definitely… had thoughts .”
Simeon’s gaze flicked up, confusion obvious in his features. “Xavier? The guy who can’t even hold a conversation without stuttering? That Xavier?”
Bronco’s smirk turned into a grin, his tone dark and full of amusement. “Yeah, that one. He’s got it bad for you, Si. And honestly, I think I can get him to put that crush to good use.”
Simeon’s eyes narrowed, a playful glint appearing in his gaze. “So, let me get this straight. You want me to sleep with someone who can barely string a sentence together when I’m in the room, all while you watch ?”
Bronco’s voice dropped, more intense now, as he leaned even closer. “I want you to let him touch you. I want to see you lose control with someone else. And you know… I’ll be right there. Watching you.”
Simeon’s lips curled into a half-smile, an almost amused glint in his eyes. “You really are a masochist at heart, aren’t you?”
Bronco didn’t flinch, his grin widening. “Maybe. But that’s what makes it fun.”
A week later, the doorbell rang, and Bronco’s heart pounded in his chest. Simeon was already dressed, a low-cut shirt that clung to his form, making his already perfect figure look even more enticing. Bronco, trying his best to keep his composure, went to the door and opened it.
Xavier stood there, a nervous smile on his face, clearly unsure of what he was walking into. His eyes flicked behind Bronco, briefly catching sight of Simeon lounging on the couch, looking every bit the untouchable, pretty creature that had haunted Xavier’s thoughts for months. Bronco could see the way his pupils dilated, the way he swallowed hard. His crush was so obvious, it was pathetic.
"Hey, Xavier," Bronco said, voice smooth and teasing. "Ready for tonight?"
Xavier nodded, though his eyes kept darting to Simeon, clearly feeling the weight of the situation. “Uh, yeah… I—I think so.”
Bronco stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “Don’t be shy. It’s not like this is the first time we’ve all hung out together, right?”
Xavier was still nervous, but his eyes kept lingering on Simeon. Simeon, for his part, didn’t even acknowledge Xavier at first, keeping his distance, almost as though he was testing the air before making a move.
"Get on the bed," Simeon finally said, his voice flat but carrying an undertone of command.
Xavier obeyed without hesitation, stepping towards the bed in a daze. Bronco could see how his hands shook as he undressed, clearly still processing the enormity of the situation. Simeon watched him with a cool, almost disinterested gaze, and for a brief moment, Bronco felt something raw and possessive stir in his chest.
Simeon stood up then, slowly, deliberately. His hands moved to his own clothes, unbuttoning his shirt with lazy precision. Each motion was careful, calculated, meant to drive Xavier wild with anticipation. Bronco couldn’t look away. He felt like an outsider in his own apartment, trapped in a dark corner of desire.
Xavier’s eyes were locked on Simeon’s movements, and when his shirt finally came off, revealing the sleek, toned body beneath, Xavier couldn’t help but groan softly.
“You like that, don’t you?” Simeon’s voice was teasing, mocking, as he slowly approached Xavier. “Always wanted me, haven’t you? Now you finally get to touch me.”
Xavier’s breath hitched, and he nodded vigorously, his hands shaking with the need to reach out, to touch, to claim. But Simeon moved just out of reach, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“I don’t know if I should even let you,” Simeon said, his voice playful. “You’re pretty pathetic. Someone like you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
Xavier’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, and he glanced back at Bronco, but Simeon stepped forward, blocking his view of his boyfriend.
“Look at me, Xavier,” Simeon commanded softly, his voice low and smooth, pulling Xavier’s attention back to him entirely. He stepped forward, inviting himself into Xavier’s lap—pressing his body against Xavier’s, making sure every movement was slow and deliberate, driving Xavier to the edge of control. Simeon looked up at him with those dark eyes, an edge of satisfaction toying with his lips. “You’re going to learn what it means to have someone like me. Forget all about that pitiful man who’s watching us today.”
Xavier was clearly in a daze now, all his focus on Simeon. His hands shot out, grasping Simeon’s waist with a sense of urgency. Simeon allowed it for a moment before he pushed, forcing Xavier to fall onto the bed. Bronco could see the smirk on Simeon’s face, one that was both smug and predatory.
“Tell me,” Simeon said, his voice low and dripping with false sweetness, “Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like to fuck your friend’s boyfriend?”
Xavier stammered, barely able to form a response, his hands moving to touch Simeon’s body, desperate, trembling. “I—I never thought you’d—”
Simeon cut him off with a laugh, his voice laced with amusement. “It’s okay. You deserve this, don’t you? Good boy.”
Bronco’s grip tightened on the armrest of the chair, a strangled breath escaping him. He could hear every word, every sound, as Simeon expertly pushed Xavier further into his obsession. The control Simeon had over Xavier was intoxicating, and the more Simeon pushed, the hotter Bronco’s blood became.
Simeon turned his head to glance briefly at his boyfriend, the subtle shift in his gaze sending a jolt of heat through Bronco’s chest. His mouth dried as he felt Simeon’s power in every second of this, the way Simeon completely ignored him, focusing only on Xavier.
“You know, I’m surprised Bronco doesn’t mind this,” Simeon mused aloud, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as if speaking about a third party. He ran a finger down Xavier’s chest, making the younger man shudder beneath him. “I mean, he’s supposed to be my boyfriend , right? I guess he likes it when I fuck around. Watching me with someone else, getting off on the idea that someone else gets to touch me.”
Bronco’s throat constricted as Simeon’s words cut deep, each syllable feeding the inferno inside him. He watched as Simeon deliberately ignored him, as if he wasn’t even in the room, while Xavier grew increasingly desperate.
“You’re pathetic,” Simeon purred, leaning down to kiss him hard. “But I think you’ll do just fine.”
And as their bodies tangled on the bed, Bronco’s mind raced. He couldn’t deny how intensely he felt—every minute of this dynamic was both torture and ecstasy. Watching Simeon with Xavier, hearing the way he played with Xavier’s mind, had a power over Bronco that made his head spin. The jealousy, the arousal, the absolute submission of being the voyeur—it was perfect, everything he’d wanted.
Bronco remained glued to the chair, every muscle tense as he tried to suppress the fire that was building in his chest. This feels so wrong. He thought, his gaze fixed on Simeon as he leaned down to kiss Xavier, practically devouring him. But... this is what I wanted. Still, his stomach turned with the conflicting emotions.
“Did you think you were going to have me all to yourself forever, Broncy?” Simeon’s voice was teasing, speaking directly to Bronco, even though his neck was being kissed by someone else. “You really thought you’d always be the one to touch me? That you could keep me to yourself?”
Simeon’s words hit like a slap to the face, but it made his arousal flare up. The idea of Simeon pulling away from him, the idea of someone else touching what had always been his, was hot . The fact that Simeon was teasing him, playing with him in front of someone else, made it all the more intense. His gaze locked on Simeon as his boyfriend laughed softly, a mockery of intimacy as Xavier’s hands wandered, tracing over his skin. He could hear Simeon’s breath hitch slightly as Xavier’s lips attacked his neck.
And then there was Xavier.
Xavier’s thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and lust, battling for control in his mind. He had wanted this—hell, he'd dreamed about this—but he never expected it to feel like this. He had imagined it would be different. Simeon had always seemed like a distant star—untouchable, out of reach. But now, the reality of having him so close, having him completely in his grasp, was overwhelming.
This is it, Xavier thought, his heart racing in his chest. This is the moment I’ve waited for. He’s finally here, in my arms. I’m with him. I’m gonna fuck him.
Xavier’s hands were everywhere. On Simeon’s chest, his waist, his thighs, his back—anywhere he could reach. He was drunk on the sensation of it, the heat of Simeon’s body, the way he fit so perfectly against him. It was like a dream, too good to be true, and yet, here he was, in the moment.
…though, he could do without the feeling of being watched . He glanced toward the corner of the room, where Bronco sat silently, his gaze intense. There was a flicker of discomfort in Xavier’s chest, an awareness that Bronco was there. He should feel self-conscious—hell, he should feel guilty —but instead, the strange tension of the situation only heightened the experience.
Simeon wasn’t even acknowledging his boyfriend's presence, and that made Xavier’s pulse race even faster. The fact that Simeon seemed to be enjoying this—playing the role of the unfaithful lover—was like a narcotic. It made Xavier want to lose himself even more in the sensation of it all, to forget that Bronco was even there, to make this moment completely his.
Xavier glanced down at Simeon’s face, where a twisted smirk played on his lips. Simeon was deliberately teasing, goading his boyfriend, and Xavier felt like an intruder in the fucked up game the two of them were playing.
For a brief moment, Xavier’s eyes met Bronco’s. He could see the clenched fists, the tight jaw, the way he was visibly struggling to contain the raw emotion raging inside him. And yet, the bulge in his pants remained.
Does this hurt you, Knight? Xavier thought, his own body responding to the tension between the three of them. I never thought I’d be here, doing this with Saint, but now that I am… it’s better than anything I could have imagined.
The sounds in the room grew louder—skin on skin, breaths heavy and jagged, the scent of sweat and arousal thick in the air.
“Mm,” Simeon purred as he slid his hands down, fingers wrapping around Xavier’s length. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against his ear. “You have quite the impressive cock.”
Xavier let out a shaky breath, clearly flattered, as he leaned into Simeon’s touch. Simeon’s eyes flicked to his boyfriend, who still hadn’t moved from his position in the corner. Bronco was a silent observer, his clenched fists a sign of the internal struggle he was facing. His face was a mixture of arousal and jealousy. Simeon couldn’t help but smile, the corners of his mouth pulling into a teasing smirk.
“You know, Broncy,” Simeon said, loud enough for him to hear, “Xav’s got a real nice cock.” He paused, making sure to meet his gaze, the words deliberate. “Long, thick. Unlike yours, that’s a little—” Simeon paused, as if thinking. “— lacking. ”
Bronco’s jaw tightened, humiliated. He felt so small, but that only made his arousal even worse, burning intensely.
Xavier ignored them, pressing gently at Simeon’s hole, pushing two lubed fingers inside him. At the same time, he latched onto Simeon’s chest, sucking and biting while pistoning his fingers in and out. Simeon moaned wantonly, spreading his legs further and pressing back onto Xavier’s fingers; his hand rising to his other nipple, tweaking it red and swollen.
“Fuck,” Xavier muttered, his voice strained with arousal, as he pushed more fingers into Simeon, getting him ready for his cock and making the other man gasp with pleasure. Simeon’s back arched, his hands clutching the sheets as he let out a soft whimper, his body responding to Xavier’s movements.
But even in this moment of submission, Simeon couldn’t resist adding another taunt. “You’re so good at this, Xav,” he said again, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Maybe we should have fucked earlier.”
Bronco could barely breathe. Fuck, he thought, his fists still clenched, his body betraying him. The jealousy was tearing him apart. The fact that Simeon was openly belittling him, comparing him to Xavier, made his heart pound in his chest. His body was reacting against his will—his arousal was undeniable, but his mind was at war with the emotions bubbling inside him.
Xavier was more than happy to indulge in the role Simeon had set up, and with every whispered compliment, every little kiss, every motion of his body, he seemed to push Simeon further into submission. He wasn’t just satisfying his own desires—he was dominating the moment, and Simeon wasn’t fighting it. Instead, he let him have control.
“Mmnn..” Simeon moaned. “I’m ready. Put your cock in me right now.”
Xavier slid his fingers out and replaced it with his straining cock. Finally , he thinks, pressing a kiss to Simeon’s lips as he slips into the wet heat of his hole.
They both moan loudly into the kiss— Simeon at the feeling of being penetrated by a cock so different from his boyfriend's, and Xavier at the heavenly tightness surrounding his cock, and finally getting to fuck the crush of his dreams.
"Your pussy— F-feels so good..." Xavier moans, rolling his hips against him, letting him adjust to the feeling of being stuffed. "You're so tight, baby, taking my cock so well. You’re so beautiful, so good for me."
His hips pick up their pace, slapping into Simeon’s soft thighs as he pounds into him. He’s completely forgotten exactly whose house he’s in and whose boyfriend he’s fucking. His senses have completely narrowed down to Simeon, Simeon, Simeon. He’s so small compared to him, taking his cock so well like the pretty little thing he is. Xavier can't get enough of him.
Bronco couldn’t speak. The way his boyfriend’s body twisted under Xavier’s hands, the way his legs curled around Xavier’s hips, the moans spilling from his lips—it was driving him insane. Every word Simeon spoke only pushed him further, dragging him deeper into the twisted pleasure-pain of this moment.
Xavier’s hands were everywhere—fingers digging into Simeon’s sides, gripping his waist, pulling him in closer, harder. He was devouring every inch of Simeon, his own breathing ragged as he dominated him completely, Simeon’s body arching up to meet Xavier’s thrusts.
Simeon’s eyes were shut, his head thrown back in pleasure, lips parted as Xavier continued to thrust into him, faster now, harder, taking him deeper and deeper.
“Fuck,” Xavier groaned, his grip tightening as he took control. “You feel so fucking good, Saint. I can’t get enough of you.”
Xavier changes their position, lying down on the bed and pulling Simeon up so that he’s riding him. He bounces him hard on his cock, slamming into his sweet spot with every thrust.
Xavier’s pace quickened, as his thrusts grew frantic, his body pounding into Simeon, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing in the room. Simeon was lost in it, his head thrown back in pleasure, completely forgetting about his boyfriend for a moment.
And that was it—that was the breaking point. Simeon gave in, enjoying every second of it, and Bronco was forced to watch—helpless, consumed by jealousy and arousal, as Xavier came inside his beloved, and he came pathetically, untouched, inside his pants.
Their breathing slowed, the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Slowly, Xavier withdrew, and Simeon felt utterly spent, traces of cum leaking out of his hole. He gave Simeon one last lingering deep kiss, their tongues tangling together, before pulling away, straightening up and slipping his clothes back on.
“I’ll see you again,” Xavier said casually, his voice low and satisfied. “Thanks for the fun, Saint, Knight.” His eyes flicked to Bronco briefly, a teasing glint in them, before he turned to leave the room.
Simeon watched him go, his body still aching but relaxed. The door clicked shut behind him leaving only the two of them in the aftermath of everything that had just happened.
“So,” Simeon said, voice casual, though his eyes were piercing. “You liked it? Finally saw your little fantasy play out in front of your eyes.” He took a few steps closer to Bronco, his tone softening just slightly. “Everything you wanted?”
Bronco’s lips parted, his voice tight as he tried to form words, but they came out in a strangled rush. “I—yeah, I did… I just didn’t—didn’t expect it to feel like this…” His voice faltered, jealousy swirling in his chest as he finally looked up at Simeon. “I don’t know. I wanted it. I needed it, but now it’s like… what the hell am I supposed to think?”
Simeon stepped closer, his gaze steady as he reached out, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. “You were the one who asked for this. Don’t forget that.” His voice was low, but there was no judgment in it.
Bronco closed his eyes for a moment, a pained look crossing his face as he tried to process it all. “But you —you were so into it. I thought—” He swallowed, struggling with the twisting feelings inside him. “I thought maybe you wanted him, too. More than me. You looked like you… liked it more with him than with me.”
Simeon’s face softened. He reached up, cupping his boyfriend's face gently, guiding his gaze to meet his own. “I’m not interested in him, Bronco. You should know that by now. This was always for you.” His fingers trailed down Bronco’s chest, brushing lightly over his shirt.
Simeon let out a soft sigh, his thumb running gently over his boyfriend's lips, silencing his worries. “You’re my best friend. My only one.” He spoke each word with quiet sincerity, making sure Bronco could hear it in every syllable. “I’ve been with you through everything, and I’ll keep being with you. I’ll never need anyone else like that. I wanted to give you what you’ve always fantasized about. Was it too much?” He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against his boyfriend’s cheek, a tender kiss that lingered for just a moment, grounding him in the reality of the connection they shared.
Bronco’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as a sense of relief washed over him. The jealousy, the confusion, the aching uncertainty—all of it started to fade, replaced with a warmth that he hadn’t realized he’d been craving. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he rested his forehead against Simeon’s. “That was really hot,” he admitted, his face warm. “You were ridiculously convincing.”
The tension in Bronco’s chest eased, and he allowed himself to relax against Simeon, his head resting against his shoulder. The feeling of being wanted, of being cared for, was enough to calm the storm inside him.