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Jakob was roused from his sleep by the jab of an elbow at his ribs, followed by the hushed whisper of an apology. Trying to blink the grogginess out of his lashes, he turned to assess the source of the disturbance.

Axel was fidgeting under the blanket. His shifty eyes reflected the dim light from the window, wide awake. Jakob glanced at their digital clock. 4am.

“Axel, it’s so late…why are you still awake? Go to sleep.” Jakob mumbled, voice thick with slumber.

Axel gave him an exasperated look.

“Do I look like I’m doing it on purpose?” he grumbled.

Jakob shifted closer and rested a cheek on Axel’s shoulder.

“...do you know why?”

“I just can’t. I’m tired, but not the sleepy kind of tired.”

“Have you done anything about it?”

Axel’s fingers started twisting the fabric of the blanket, eyes shying away from meeting his gaze.

“I’ve–I’ve tried sleeping pills. They don’t really work though.” Jakob’s heart clenched in sympathy. 

“Have you tried seeing a doctor?” He suggested.

“There’s really no need for that. It’s…the pills do work. They work very well, just not in the way I want them to.”

Jakob frowned. He wasn’t quite following.

“...Jakob, I’ve been having nightmares almost every night. Despite not remembering half of them, they severely reduce the quality of my sleep. The pills knock me out just fine, but what’s the point in taking them if they don’t help with the nightmares at all? Now I just – I can sleep if I try, but I don’t want to...” 

– because of the nightmares , went unspoken.

Jakob felt the confession hanging heavy in the air. He squeezed Axel’s hand under the blanket, providing any sort of comfort he could. Axel shot him a soft, grateful smile. He's really been going through it, huh? I should’ve noticed earlier.

“You can try telling us about them. It’s like dream journaling. I heard it helps people process their past traumas.” Jakob suggested, feeling lame at the mismatch between the magnitude of Axel’s problem and his suggestion. Axel hummed in consideration.

“I mostly don’t remember them, nor do they make any sense – but I’ll take your advice. I’d try anything at this point!” Axel threw his hands up in desperation.

Kevin shuffled to Jakob’s left with a sleepy noise, no doubt listening in the entire time.

“I heard orgasms can help you sleep.” he proposed, the same tone of voice he used when suggesting they try a new restaurant. 

Jakob flicked the fringe on Kevin’s forehead in amusement, making him blink on reflex. Looks like Kevin woke up in a certain mood today. Not that I mind.

Axel clicked his tongue, fingers tapping on his chin.

“Well, I did say I’m willing to try anything …”

Jakob and Kevin became fully awake after that.

Working in tandem to relieve their beloved Axel from his sleepless night, they tugged off their sleep clothes with haste. Jakob pulled Axel’s pants off, instinctively wetting his lips at the sight of his half-hard dick, while Axel fumbled with his shirt buttons. 

Jakob felt the playful slide of hands around his waist, pulling insistently at his shirt. He giggled and turned around, letting his shirt be pulled off, before capturing Kevin’s mouth in a heated kiss, fingers digging below his waistband to grope at his behind.

Axel rolled over and laid prone on the bed, legs spread. It seemed he was determined to play the role of the pillow princess today.

“Hurry up! I want to be able to sleep sometime before sunrise, you know?” he demanded. Jakob rolled his eyes. 

What Axel wants, is what Axel will get.

He found the lube and tossed it at Kevin, who slicked up two of his fingers and pushed them both into Axel’s exposed hole, the hot slide slow but unstoppable. Axel clenched his teeth at the stretch, shoulders tensing, the fabric of the bedsheets spilling between his fingers. 

“Ahh…” A particularly deep grind from Kevin teased an open-mouthed, throaty moan out of him. The sight of his partners going at it in hurried passion encouraged Jakob to start stroking his own interested dick.

It wasn’t long before Kevin mounted his hips eagerly and sheathed his length inside Axel’s wet asshole in one shuddering thrust, forcing a loud groan out of him. 

“Hhmm…so tight . Not gonna slow down. You asked for this–” Kevin’s low, gritted whispers made Jakob flare low in his gut. He didn’t know if he would rather be in Axel or Kevin’s position right now.

Axel hid his rapidly heating face in his pillow, muffling his moans. A shame, to be sure.  

Kevin was too into it to see any issue with that. He braced his arms on the bed and began thrusting in earnest. Jakob feasted his eyes upon the ripples of Axel’s ass whenever it met the front of Kevin's thighs, and the way his slim hips tensed up to deliver each strike home.

Axel has no choice but to take it limply, whole body being rocked into the mattress at every thrust.

Too limp… He was lying uncharacteristically still, completely quiet, fingers not as much as twitching on the blanket. 

Kevin noticed this too, and slowed to a stop, a frown creasing his brows. Eyes wide in concern, Jakob pulled the languid stroke of his hand off his dick and prodded at Axel’s temple.

“...Axel? You good?” No response. Jakob gently turned his head to the side.

With his eyes closed, a loud snort rang out of his slacked-open mouth.

Axel had fallen asleep mid-fuck.

That tickled Jakob so much he started wheezing, pounding a fist into the springs of the bed, then doubling over in loud, uncontrollable laughter. Kevin pulled out, airy chuckles shaking his chest.

“Poor Axel, I guess his days of sleep deprivation finally caught up to him. Now, of all times…” Kevin sighed, palm rubbing soothing circles on Axel’s lower back.

“Or…” Jakob deadpanned, pointing an accusing finger at Kevin.

“... you were boring. You bored him to sleep.” 

While recovering from their shared fit of giggles, they rolled Axel’s snoring self onto his back and tucked him in. 

Jakob and Kevin collapsed into the bed in a passionate tangle of limbs after that.

——

Axel woke up with a disgruntled groan, hand reaching up to clutch at his throbbing temple. He put his glasses on and spied on the clock glowing ‘8am’ on the dresser. 

4 hours of sleep. Perfect, just perfect.

Axel felt like he got no rest at all. 

He didn’t feel the familiar jitters of his heart and the unpleasant rush of adrenaline that comes with waking up from a nightmare…so that’s good. No nightmare this time.

Still, the quality of the sleep was abysmal. Axel felt like he was plucked from 4am and dropped unceremoniously at 8am, left with all the grogginess of sleep but none of the refreshing benefits.

What was I doing at 4am last night anyway? Axel vaguely recalled talking to Jakob about his sleep problems. One thing led to another, and then Kevin was fucking him, and –

Axel’s memory was completely and utterly blank from that point onwards. He probably fell asleep in the middle of the act, right? What did Kevin and Jakob do, then?

Immediately, his perverted imagination ran wild with filling in the blanks –

Kevin stopped moving, hand cupping his chin and inspecting his helpless, sleeping face with concern. Jakob slinked behind him and dragged his canines sensually along Kevin’s shoulder.

“Why’d you stop?” he hummed, teeth sinking into a playful bite. “This is what he wanted, right? Keep going.”

Kevin shivered. He couldn’t resist the inviting heat any longer, and resumed his desperate thrusts, driving his hard dick into the pliant hole below. He came inside – deep and warm – without sparing a single thought about Axel’s pleasure (like he usually does).

Jakob swiped a thumb along the mess at his stretched hole, giggling at the debauched sight before him. He sank into Axel with a resounding moan, delighted at the warm and wet surprise Kevin left for him. Jakob used him hard and deep, ignoring Axel’s poor body twitching in overstimulation–

Axel came so hard he knocked his glasses off his face. 

It’s such a shame he couldn’t feel any physical evidence of that having happened. Oh well.

Naturally, he brought it up to Jakob and Kevin over breakfast.

“What did you guys do after I fell asleep?” he asked casually. Kevin sputtered in his coffee, the memory fresh in his mind. Jakob grinned, a joke bursting from his lips.

“Well, Kevin’s dick game was so weak –”

Kevin jabbed a buttered toast at Jakob’s lips. Jakob couldn’t help but to pause his roasting of Kevin to take a bite.

“I stopped fucking you and we did each other instead.” Kevin replied with a smirk of his own.

Axel gave his coffee a lengthy sip to give everyone time to brace themselves for what he was about to say next.

“You guys should’ve continued. I don’t mind.”

Jakob’s eyes widened, ears burning. Kevin brought a hand up to his face to massage his temples, but Axel knew it was a cover for hiding his blush.

“That's not…we shouldn't – you couldn’t consent!” Jakob stammered, a tight edge in his voice.

Axel chewed on his lip and twirled a spoon around his fingers. Perhaps I'm being overzealous . Jakob was right, it was for the best that his partners stopped when they did.

“I can consent now. Are you two still interested?” Axel shot a finger gun between them.

Jakob and Kevin exchanged a tense look, and then nodded, faces equally flushed in hesitant anticipation.

“Just some rules – don’t give me anything I can’t usually take. Don’t put anything in my mouth, because I can’t control my airways in my sleep. Actually, be careful with my breathing in general. Sleep apnea is not a joke!” 

Axel rattled off the rules to their future sexcapade as easily as he did for a game of UNO. Jakob got redder and redder at every word.

“So, you want it tonight, or…?” Kevin arched an eyebrow at him, voice dropping to an uncertain whisper.

“Nah..” Axel laughed. “What I meant is, I’ll give you a signal when I’m ready. A very clear signal – don’t worry.”

With his own blush starting to crawl up his face, Axel threw his lovers a cheeky wink.

——

A few days later, Kevin and Jakob walked into the bedroom to find Axel sound asleep on their bed, lying down on his front, legs spread at a suggestive angle.

“I think he’s trying to tell us something.” Kevin joked.

Just to be sure, Jakob climbed onto bed and pulled down Axel’s pants. No underwear. The knowledge made him twitch within the confines of his own.

To be double-sure, Jakob ran a finger gingerly along the crack of his ass, a shocked moan escaping out of his lips when his finger came back wet. 

So that’s why he wanted to go to bed earlier than usual. Jakob pictured Axel gulping down his sleeping pills, hurriedly lubing up and fingering himself in the bathroom, holding eye contact with his own deviously grinning face in the mirror the entire time.

To be triple-sure, Kevin wheezed in laughter when he found the said bottle of lubricant in Axel’s unconscious grasp.

If this was meant to be the signal, Axel was definitely hammering them over the head with it.

Jakob bit his lip and gently inserted two lubricated fingers into Axel’s pliant hole, twisting and scissoring with extra caution. If Axel experienced any unusual discomfort or pain, they simply can't count on him to wake up and tell him. Jakob found the idea of hurting his lover at his most vulnerable extremely distressing. 

After a lot of patient fingering, Kevin turned Axel to his side, and Jakob laid down behind him. He took Axel’s right leg under his arm and raised it, exposing his excessively prepped hole. Jakob held his breath and pushed himself in.

“Oh shit–” 

Immediately, that breath was squeezed right out of his lungs at the sheer, jaw-aching sensation of such warm, wet walls encompassing his throbbing dick. It forced a guttural groan out of Jakob’s chest. 

“That good, huh?” Kevin teased, though his own voice was tight with want.

Face radiating heat, trying very hard not to burst right then and there, Jakob kept his hips still and observed Kevin’s slender form lying in front of Axel. His eyes were transfixed onto Axel’s sleeping face, enjoying the cute microexpressions he’s making at the moment, while an adoring hand squeezed Axel’s ample chest.

Without having to voice it out, Jakob trusted Kevin to let him know if Axel reacted in a way that signalled discomfort.

“Ahh…oh fuck-”

Jakob began moving in slow but deep thrusts, the heavenly pleasure teasing uncontrollable moans out of his throat. The wet, filthy squench of lube against skin filled the air. Dizzying pleasure blurred at the edges of his vision. 

Axel had never been passive in bed. He’s always busying himself with tugging on someone’s hair, and running his mouth with language that ranged from orgasm-inducing to so-ridiculous-it's-orgasm-ruining. His strong legs were always seeking for purchase, bracing for the next dirty movement of his hips. In Jakob’s opinion, this was what made Axel so goddamn fun to fuck.

– which could not be further from the Axel he’s fucking right now. The most he could do was release little whines from deep inside his chest, a twitch of a finger or toe. There was nothing he could do but take anything his partners would give him. 

I could get used to this…

Axel made it look so easy. What other dirty things could they do next? Before Jakob could stop himself, visions of debauchery flashed across his vision –

Kevin, sitting between Axel’s spread thighs with vengeance. Two – no, three fingers buried deep in his ass, prodding and massaging every sensitive nerve, making him come until he physically can’t anymore, all while Axel is powerless to stop the stimulation. Kevin sealed his lips around the tip of his spent, crying dick, intense eyes challenging Axel’s sleeping face for another taste…

Or himself, grabbing Axel by the waist and fucking him so roughly that his head bangs against the headboard, shocking him awake. Jakob could picture the moment he gasps into consciousness, his pretty blues watery with confusion, disoriented little whimpers escaping his lips, hole clenching impossibly tight around his–

No no no that’s pushing it too far. That’s skirting the boundaries, right? Don’t think about it. Don’t – FUCK.

Something dark, dangerous, and deliciously hot yanks at his burning gut until it gives way –

Jakob came so hard he knocked his chin on Axel’s shoulder and bit his tongue. He heaved breathless moans into Axel’s damp neck, hips stuttering to a stop, adding to the wetness within. 

“Axel can last longer than you in his sleep.” Kevin jabbed, his audacious gaze peering at him from above Axel’s head, hand squeezing his still-hard dick.

Jakob wordlessly gave him the middle finger over the top of Axel's bicep.

——

Axel dreamed that they were performing at one of their gigs. Immediately, he could tell something was wrong. 

The discordant sounds of the backing track droned on expectantly, but no vocals sprang across the cheering crowd. What was Jakob doing? He turned to his right to check on their lead singer. Jakob and Kevin were giving him identically dead stares, disappointment written on their faces, obviously expecting him to pick the song back up.

Of course, Axel had gone and missed the cue to start his verse. He smacked his brain into working order and leaned into the mic, willing the lyrics to flow to him on instinct, like it always does.

But no coherent sound came out. Axel faltered at the sight of the crowd growing restless. He can’t believe he’d forgotten the lyrics too. He stumbled backwards, breath tight in his chest, anxiety seizing control of his mental faculties. Seriously, what was up with him today?

Axel realised, with a harrowing jolt, that he didn’t even know which song they were performing. He frantically ran through the setlist – the setlist he put together – in search for songs that contained a verse he’s supposed to be performing right now. 

Karar i arbeit? Not quite. Dansglov? Doesn’t have an Axel verse. Pa to ta na kako? Could be. That song has so many alternating lines, it’s possible Axel messed up his and threw the whole damn performance off. Whichever it was, this on-stage disaster was his fault alone.

The familiar weight of his bass materialised in his hands, instantly disproving his theory. Axel’s fingers fumbled uselessly along the strings, roaring heartbeat in his ears preventing him from picking up the rhythm of the backing track and playing along. 

His feet started slipping in his own nervous sweat. Out of options, he glanced helplessly to his right, eyes begging Jakob and Kevin for intervention.

Jakob’s face twisted into a scowl reserved specially for him and disappeared backstage. Kevin looked away, mouth downcast, as if he couldn’t bear the embarrassment of sharing the stage with Axel. His bandmates had completely given up on him.

By then, the energy of the audience was completely gone, replaced by a jeering amorphous blob. Some people started shuffling away, no doubt to go somewhere quieter and upload videos of KAJ’s disastrous blunder on social media. 

A fan standing somewhere at the front was holding up a huge sign. The lovingly designed classic KAJ logo on the sign morphed into some expletive in English, Axel’s lagging language processors failing to understand. The fan stared at him, cranked their arm at an impossible angle, and threw the sign straight at his face.

Axel tried to dodge, but found himself frozen in place. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced for impact. 

But the sharp sting of a corner hitting his face never came. Somewhere along its trajectory, the sign crumbled away to dust. The stage gave way under his feet. 

Axel floated unfeelingly down into the inky abyss.

——

The next morning, Kevin and Jakob found Axel sitting at the dining table, both elbows propped on its surface, hands clasped all business-like – as if he’s about to pull out some spreadsheets and go through the band's finances. 

Kevin and Jakob took their seats like hostages afflicted with Stockholm syndrome.

“So…” He began, slapping his palms together. “About last night…”

Kevin and Jakob dared not touch their food, lest they choke mid-conversation.

“I did have a nightmare, but my sleep quality wasn’t so bad either. I managed to hit 6 hours, and I woke up feeling relatively well-rested. Whatever you did last night? It’s working.” Axel delivered the good news matter-of-factly.

“What was your nightmare about?” Jakob piped up, genuinely curious.

“I forgot my lines during a performance.”

All three of them could relate to that particular fear to a painful degree.

“But that’s not important.” Axel continued briskly. “We could continue doing this, but I don’t want to be doing all the work around here.”

Jakob resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the sarcasm. Kevin tightened his grip around his glass of ice water. Axel pretended to be interested in the dirt under his fingernails.

“I trust you guys with my well-being, and last night was…further proof of that. So if you’re willing to put in the necessary work, you have my consent to have me on any given night.”

The words barely left Axel's mouth when he heard a splash, followed by a trickling sound of liquid hitting the floor.

Kevin had “accidentally” splashed some of the ice water from the glass onto his lap.

“Oops.” He said. Like he wasn't fighting for his life to retain sanity.

——

Axel dreamed that they were performing Jåo nåo e ja jåo YOLO ja nåo, a song they’ve performed so often they could do it in their sleep.

It was going well so far. Axel gave a flourish of his hips, flicked his imaginary long blonde hair, and winked in a way he knew drove the audience insane. They screamed in delight, filling him with gratification. After his part ended, Axel stepped back to observe the real star of the show – Kevin. 

Sweating in his leather vest, long legs effortlessly bounding through air in rhythm to Jakob’s vibrant vocals – no one could deny his incredible physical comedy.

Then came the highlight of the song – the breakdance. No matter how tired they were, they never failed to give it their all. The music crescendoed to a deafening volume. Jakob, face beaming with excitement, brought the mic to his mouth.

“STAGE DIVE!” He yelled. That’s not right. Why was Jakob changing things up like that last minute?

Kevin was lost in the high of the performance. He blindly followed Jakob’s command, feet bracing on the edge of the stage, launching himself onto the waiting arms of the crowd. 

Only, the crowd wasn’t so enthusiastic. They shrank away from Kevin and parted awkwardly, none of them even bothering to catch him. Kevin landed on his face with a sickening thud.

The backing track thumped on. Kevin struggled to turn onto his back, letting out an excruciating groan. Axel sprinted to the edge and looked down in heart-seizing horror. 

Was that blood…?

Nothing else mattered – not the throngs of people standing still in a circle, refusing to help. Not the fact that Jakob was continuing the song like he caused the accident on purpose. Axel leaped off the stage and landed painfully on his knees, hands reaching out to cradle Kevin’s frighteningly bruised face –

——

– Kevin was having a great time.

He had been playing with the waistband of a sleeping Axel’s pants, eager for some late night fun. 

He poked Jakob with a finger to get his attention. Jakob turned around with a curious hum, eyelids drooping heavily. Kevin tapped at Axel’s thigh and gave him an inviting look.

“Tired.” Jakob mouthed at him.

Oh.

A wide grin split his face. He grabbed his sleep mask, winked at Kevin with both eyes, shot him an enthusiastic thumbs up, and promptly left the room.

Oh?

Kevin felt a twinge of guilt for relegating him to the couch, which he quickly brushed off. 

Motivated by Jakob’s blessing, he ruffled through the drawer for the lubricant, feeling himself growing hard at the thought of having a pliant Axel all to himself. 

Kevin pulled off Axel’s pants and parted his legs to crawl between them. Squeezing a generous amount of lube into his hand, he coaxed Axel’s flaccid dick into hardness. His other hand reached between his legs to hastily prep himself. Kevin knew exactly what he wanted tonight.

He mouthed mindlessly at Axel’s thigh, groaning at the intruding sensation at his hole. His hand stroking Axel’s dick squeezed tighter towards the leaking head. It teased out a muffled noise from deep within his throat. 

He couldn’t wait any longer. Kevin straddled Axel’s unmoving hips, knees bracketing his sides. He paused to admire the pink that dotted Axel’s nose, and the way his brows furrowed cutely in his sleep.

Kevin traced Axel’s now throbbing hardness at his wet entrance and sank down, shivering in delight at the sharp stretch. No one (conscious) was around to fret over him and finger him excessively until he cried for more. Might as well indulge in some masochism.

Kevin began bouncing his hips, savouring the dull fullness; the drag of Axel’s dick along his sensitive walls sending shivers up his spine. He loved the way Axel’s slack lower body recoiled against the springs of the mattress, an equal but opposite reaction to his own forces.

Axel threw his head to the side in his sleep, frown deepening on his face. His right hand twitched frantically on the sheets. Blissed out in pleasure, Kevin reached out to touch it. The hand curled around his fingers on instinct. 

Axel couldn’t be more perfect for him right now.

Kevin’s heart fluttered with affection. Fingers intertwined, he leaned in until Axel's facial hair tickled his chin.

All of a sudden, Axel’s eyes flew open, pupils shrunken into tiny black dots. Kevin heard him heaving panicked, shallow breaths, and felt his entire body tensing up underneath him. Something was very wrong. 

Axel’s hands scrambled weakly at his knees.

“Kevin! Stop – please –”

Horror immediately flooded Kevin’s senses. He pulled himself off as fast as he could, heart stuck in his throat, stomach sinking at what he had done.

Kevin braced himself for Axel to shove him as far away as possible in disgust, to bear the inevitable fallout that will result from the fact that he just violated –

Instead, Axel cupped his hands around his face and pulled him close – until wide, fraught eyes stared straight into his own terrified ones. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, warm breath tickling shakily on his nose.

“Hhh…w–what?” Kevin tried to breathe, throat tight with anxiety.

Axel wrapped his arms around him into a crushing hug, squashing his face onto his sweaty chest. His trembling hands ran along his spine, like he wasn’t sure if Kevin was real.

“You’re okay! That was –” Axel began to laugh deliriously.

Jakob rushed into the room to check out the commotion, hair sticking out over the elastic band of his sleep mask.

“What’s going on?” He asked, puzzled at the peculiar image of Kevin’s long body being awkwardly crouched to fit Axel’s tight embrace.

“I – uh…I think –” Kevin stammered, noises of guilt and confusion threatening to spill.

“I was having a nightmare.” Axel thankfully came to the rescue.

“I was – I saw you jump off the stage during a performance to crowd surf and hurt yourself badly. Could you imagine seeing that , then abruptly waking up to see your face, right in front of mine? I was so scared for you…”

Since Kevin’s ear was pressed up against Axel’s chest, he could hear the steadying thrum of his heartbeat. He sucked in deep breaths to lower his rabbiting heart rate to match with Axel’s.

“I should've been more careful. I should’ve been able to tell you were having a nightmare and stopped before I…I don't know, woke you up in a panic?” Kevin muttered, turning his head to look up at Axel’s face. A rare angle for him to be in.

“You’re not a telepath! You couldn’t have known!” Axel insisted.

“Still, I’m sor–” He pulled Kevin up into a gentle sealing of lips to stop the apology from escaping.

“There was always a risk of something like this happening. I knew what I got myself into, okay? It’s just bad timing. No one's at fault.” Axel reassured, rubbing soothing strokes along his spine. Kevin hummed warmly into Axel’s shoulder.

Jakob had a hand on his hip, eyes darting up in recollection. “Was it a performance of YOLO?” 

Axel nodded.

“That almost happened, right? I didn’t know it got you so worried.” Jakob grimaced.

“I didn’t even remember that happening! Until today, apparently.” 

“The subconscious mind is funny like that. It keeps the worries and fears you have out of sight, until it bubbles up on the surface in the form of dreams. Maybe you’re secretly stressed about something – could that be why you’ve been having those nightmares, Axel?”

Axel raised his eyebrows, bemused at Jakob’s surprisingly deep insights.

“...or so I've heard.” Jakob said nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand. Kevin suspected he’d been doing some research for Axel’s benefit.

“If the both of you are okay, I’m headed back to bed. Or rather – the couch. Goodnight!” Jakob walked away. Kevin and Axel responded with their corresponding ‘goodnight’s towards his vanishing figure. 

Axel peppered soothing kisses onto Kevin’s cooling forehead. He leaned in with his eyes closed, wearing a peaceful smile of his own.

“If you don’t mind, could you please carry on?” Axel patted his lap eagerly, giving him a pleading look. 

“Alright, since you're so polite…” Kevin teased, climbing back onto his lap with a hand tugging on his softened dick. 

Axel circled both hands around his narrow waist and leveraged his now-conscious legs, subjecting him to a sharp, impeccably-aimed thrust. Kevin’s eyes rolled back in their sockets.

Oh…!

Kevin decided that he liked awake Axel just as much.

——

Axel dreamed that he was on his elbows and knees on some sort of hard surface. The air around him felt impossibly hot and humid. He had to fight to unpeel his eyelids from his eyes. A sharp thrust in his ass told him he was in the middle of getting fucked. 

Makes total sense. 

Axel honestly couldn’t tell who was fucking him. Jakob’s rich groans bled into Kevin’s breathier moans, bruising fingers on his waist morphing into wider, warmer hands. The angle of penetration, usually giving away the height, remained blissfully ambiguous. 

Who cares? He’ll take what he can get. Like second nature, Axel spread his legs and rocked his hips, eager to take whoever’s dick it was deeper. A bead of sweat dripped down his nose to create a dark stain on the wooden bench below him.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud bang. About a dozen people swarmed into the room – armed with microphones, huge cameras, and a few reflectors.

Axel’s pulse froze in shock, before it started up again, this time threatening to jump out of his throat. What are all these people doing here? He tried to crawl away, but was stuck in place as his knees melted into the wood, thrusts slowing down but getting deeper, hands pinning him firmly in place. 

Axel resorted to hiding his burning face in his arms. Both hands still on his hips, Jakob-Kevin sprouted a third arm and yanked his hair, forcing a cry out of him. His ruined face was pinned to the side for the world to see.

A stranger knelt down in front of him and casually asked him about the betting odds, thrusting a microphone in his face. The mic picked up his helpless whines, broadcasting them into countless hungry ears. Feedback from so many devices being close together pierced shrilly into his brain.

Then, the camera flashes started. The lights burned unceasingly into his retinas. 

Everyone will see – the whole world will see –

Axel's nerve endings curled up in humiliation. The heat of the room condensed into a tight ball resting low in his gut, explosion imminent. 

He noticed something. 

Axel could see every single one of the crowd's plastered smiles in lurid detail. He couldn’t feel the familiar weight of his glasses on his face. Unless his eyesight had been magically restored, this whole situation was impossible. 

That was when he realised –

Axel woke up with a start, flashes of light still burnt into his vision.

Thank fuck that wasn’t real.

That wet dream was extremely nonsensical and vivid – way too vivid for comfort. And the way his dick throbbed at the imagined scenario…

Axel had some issues to unpack with a government-funded therapist.

Focusing his vision, he was greeted by Jakob’s face between his legs.

“Having a good time?” Jakob asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Mmmh…what…?” 

“You were moaning and grinding into the bed in your sleep. I didn’t even touch you yet. Were you dreaming of me?” Jakob blinked, trying to be cute. 

“...no.” Axel mumbled. Technically, it could be true.

“Aww.” Jakob's face fell. Really? He wants to haunt me in my nightmares?

“Get back to work.” Axel groaned, raising a sluggish arm to roughly tug at Jakob’s hair. He missed by a mile, dick smearing a line of pre-come across his cheek. Jakob jabbed a finger at his prostate to mock his aim.

Just then, the blurry shape of Kevin entered the room and closed the door behind him. 

“Are you guys starting without me?” He complained in feigned disappointment.

“He was having a sex dream! I just had to, you know?” Jakob giggled, far too loudly for his sleep-sensitive ears. Axel did not even attempt to deny it.

“What was your sex dream about, hm?” Kevin asked, warm presence settling by Axel’s side, hand travelling to his hair to draw shivery circles into his scalp.

Heat crawling up his neck, Axel wanted to lock the embarrassing memory in a safe and throw the key into the bottom of a lake.

“...I forgot.” Axel settled for lying instead, not meeting Kevin’s prying gaze. Jakob's mouth popped off his dick to call him a dirty liar.

“ Now you’re getting shy, after asking for all this?” Kevin gestured towards the absolute state they were in. 

“Hhngh…” Axel put together a poignant defense.

“Alright Axel, keep your secrets.” He teased, hand replacing Jakob’s mouth on his dick, while Jakob focused on stretching his ass. 

Soothed by the hand in his hair, dull pleasure humming in his core, Axel slid backwards into the clutches of sleep.

——

Jakob watched in rapt attention as Kevin coaxed Axel back to sleep by stroking his hair. His eyes slowly lost focus, eyelids fluttering shut, the creases around his face smoothening as sleep reclaimed him. Kevin smiled softly and pressed a goodnight kiss on an eyelid.

Fuck. Maybe Jakob should start watching Axel fall asleep instead. The wholesome sight might be just as satisfying as fucking him.

Jakob pulled his fingers out of Axel’s ass, smearing them carelessly on the sheets. They were doing it so often, Axel didn’t need as much prep as he used to. That little factoid lit a curl of heated satisfaction at the bottom of his stomach.

Once Axel was fully asleep, Kevin and Jakob exchanged a knowing glance.

Earlier that day, they discussed having their fun with Axel at the same time, rather than take turns like how they’ve been doing. They decided to give Axel a quick heads up before he went to bed. By coincidence, Kevin sputtered about having something urgent to attend to, before promptly running off, leaving Jakob to do the honours.

“Uh-huh.” Axel replied, not even looking away from his laptop screen, ignoring the contents of the stammering, run-on sentences Jakob just forced out of his mouth. Jakob wasn’t even sure if he heard him properly. 

This got Jakob so worked up he locked himself in the bathroom and began fingering himself open in anticipation. Aghh...Axel hadn’t even gone to bed yet…

As Jakob stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, high-pitched moans muffled into the back of his hand, the fact that he had now sunken to Axel-typical levels of depravity wasn't lost on him.

Now back to the present –

Kevin knelt on the bed, nails digging into his thighs, his gaze fixed hungrily onto the helpless form lying in front of him. “I should probably go first.” He said, breath shaky with excitement. Jakob gestured at him to go ahead. 

Kevin positioned himself between Axel’s spread thighs, hooking his arms under limp knees to lift them up. He shifted his hips closer, until the tip of his hard, leaking length caught against the winking entrance. 

“Fuck – Axel, so good…” Kevin’s groans rang across the room as pushed inside one, smooth slide. His arms trembled with effort, barely keeping himself from starting to thrust with abandon. Jakob saw Axel react with a minute twitch of his shoulders, eyeballs rolling behind heavy eyelids.

Kevin waited expectantly for Jakob to climb into Axel’s waiting hips. Jakob used one hand to hold his dick in position, the other braced on his chest – steadily bringing his own over-excited hips down until his supple ass was flush against Axel’s sweaty pelvis.

“Ohh – fucking finally!” Jakob moaned, throwing his head back in sheer relief at the fullness. Kevin leaned forward to mouth at his neck, drinking in the delicious vibrations. If Kevin noticed his lack of prep, he had the emotional intelligence to keep quiet.

Jakob paused to regain the bearings he lost from the initial insertion. Sliding onto Axel’s hard and wanting dick felt like sliding home. As he shifted his knees to adjust to a more stable position, the prod of the hot length against sensitive nerves forced him to savagely bite down on his red lower lip.

“How long have you been wet and open for him, huh?” Kevin’s hot breath brushed his ear before nipping his earlobe mischievously. He did not, in fact, have the emotional intelligence to keep quiet. Do you really want to play that game right now, Kevin?

“Did you think I didn’t notice,” Jakob began, starting to shallowly grind his hips back and forth on Axel’s dick. “The way you were drooling all over Axel since this morning, huh? Today’s technically – ah! – my turn, you know. You’re so lucky I – nghh – chose to share. So be. Fucking. Grateful.” Jakob punctuated the last few words with thrusts so hard, Axel’s waist bounced off the springs of the mattress.

Kevin’s face flushed deeper red, unable to take what he dished out. Instead, he began moving his own hips, timing the thrusts to push Axel’s dick into Jakob on the downstroke. This persuaded a pleasured gasp out of Jakob, as the hot pressure dragged roughly along sensitive walls at just the right time.

Unfortunately, that little chain reaction could not be sustained. Jakob slowed down and frowned at Kevin’s increasingly sluggish movements. He craned his neck backwards to have a better look.

Kevin’s forehead was beading with sweat, sheepish grin teasing at his lips. “I don’t…I can’t get a good angle like this. Sorry.” He panted. Jakob resisted commenting on his skills in bed and looked around to figure out the problem at hand. His own presence on top of Axel was stopping Kevin from leaning over and propping up Axel’s hips properly. Axel himself couldn’t plant his feet onto the bed or wrap his legs around him to compensate. It really wasn't Kevin's fault.

Who knew this would be so logistically challenging? 

He spotted the extra pillows near Axel’s head and had an idea. He pulled himself off, groaning at the slick exit, and brought two pillows under Axel’s hips while Kevin held him up. 

Settling into the new position, Jakob sat himself onto Axel once more, this time leaning forward and bracing his hands on Axel’s shoulders.

“Fucking – mmph…” A rock of his hips told him that was the best idea he’s ever had in his life. The angle facilitated the smooth slide of Axel’s dick to grind mercilessly at Jakob’s prostate.

“Yeah…yeah” Kevin muttered mindlessly, holding the pair of legs up at just the right position and beginning to drive down hard into Axel’s lower half.

“Kevin, just like that…ahh – yeah, keep going…” 

The lack of resistance from Axel meant that Jakob could almost directly feel the momentum of Kevin’s thrusts, like he was the rightmost orb of a particularly elastic Newton’s cradle. The downwards chase of his own hips coincided with each upward stroke, Axel’s hard dick performing a dirty drag along his prostate at every turn. 

Jakob found himself trembling in pleasure, electricity sizzling from where he was joined to Axel, all the way to the tips of his burning ears. His mouth hung open, unable to stifle the depraved, full throated moans that spilled shamelessly. He felt a twinge of strain in his thighs. He’s definitely going to feel it tomorrow. But for now –

Jakob momentarily climbed out of his pleasure-stricken stupor to admire the sleeping form of Axel underneath him. The sounds of slapping flesh alone would’ve woken any other person up, let alone whatever Axel was being put through. Jakob shuddered at the sheer sensations frying Axel’s brain right now – from his own ass hugging his dick, to Kevin’s continued precision strikes. Axel’s lips were parted, allowing breathy noises to escape. The corners of his mouth would tense up from time to time, and his core would clench in response to a particularly coordinated thrust. Hair clung onto his forehead in sweaty bunches. How Axel managed to sleep through all that, will remain a medical mystery.

What really mattered to Jakob, was how well-behaved Axel was. After years of bossing them around, complaining, grabbing, and not keeping his hips to himself, he’s finally learnt to sit still and take it. He’s learnt his place underneath Jakob, and now Jakob can’t get enough of him.

Kevin was absolutely losing his mind behind him, his grip on Axel’s legs most certainly leaving marks for him to discover in the morning. His moans came out as harsh pants, harsh enough to Jakob to feel the breeze in his hair. 

The entire time, Kevin had been spoiled by the sight of Jakob’s thighs and hips working their magic on top of Axel, and indulged in Axel’s occasional sinfully tight clenches around his throbbing dick. A man can only be fed so much before he bursts, and Kevin was just a man.

“Jakob, I can’t …I have to – please?” He managed to pant out through clenched teeth, barely holding on. Jakob paid him no mind, absorbed in his own little world. Okay then –

Kevin stilled his trembling hips flush against Axel’s warmth with a bone-shuddering gasp, chin coming to a rest in the crook of Jakob’s neck, uncontrollably spurting into Axel’s warm and waiting hole.

Jakob paused to allow Kevin to catch his breath. Doesn’t matter. He can do this himself. As long as…

Kevin’s arms stayed put where they were through his orgasm, preserving the structural integrity of the position. Good. Without a second thought, he resumed his ride. This time, he brought himself higher before slamming his hips down, shivering at the added friction it caused.

A pitchy whine escaped out of Axel’s throat, his eyebrows knitting in unconscious pleasure. Jakob’s over-exerted heart trilled in delight when he felt Axel start to twitch sporadically inside him. He swore he could feel Axel’s strong, thumping heartbeat in the rhythmic throb of his dick – and he loved every beat of it. 

Need it. Give it to me.

He roughly pushed himself all the way down until there was no dick left to take. He clenched his muscles as hard as he could, determined to milk Axel for all he’s worth. Jakob brought a hand to his own neglected dick and gave it a desperate squeeze, hissing at the sharp pleasure.

“Ahh – !” When he first felt a hot splash of Axel’s ejaculate inside him, Jakob knew he was done for. He drowned himself in white-hot pleasure and tightly stroked his dick to completion, his loud moans ringing through the air, painting his release across Axel’s unsuspecting stomach.

…

Jakob sat hunched over Axel’s torso, hair falling all over his face, ass dripping sinfully with come – taking deep, shuddering breaths to replenish some much-needed oxygen into the system.

Crouched at the side of the bed, was Kevin. His eyes were fixed on him, brimming with awe and terror – like Jakob was possessed by some sort of sex demon.

“What?” Jakob grunted in between pants. 

Kevin stayed still. Jakob can’t spot him if he doesn’t move.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jakob spied on a drop of his own spend resting peacefully right between the mounds of Axel’s mouth-watering pecs.

He bent over and dragged his tongue along the lush valley.

A dying gasp sounded from his left, prey giving away his position.

Jakob grinned. He knew the combined effect Axel and himself had on Kevin.

Hey Axel, would you mind if we went for another round?

——

When Axel woke up, he was well-rested from a full night of dreamless sleep, the first in what felt like years. He felt pleasantly stretched and sore, traces of pleasure still marinated into his nerves and sizzling at his fingertips. A satisfied grin stretched across his face. Axel couldn’t feel more clear-headed and relaxed if he tried.

The light of the rising sun fell onto the bundled sleeping forms of Kevin and Jakob. Kevin – shoulders littered with bites – was spooning Jakob from behind, nose buried in his hair (which was sticking out in every direction). They both might as well be dead to the world. 

Axel’s imagination ran wild with the endless possibilities of last night. Whatever they did to each other – whatever they did to him , it was certainly enough to wring them both dry, enough for Axel to wake up before them despite his drug-induced slumber. 

With a deep, self-satisfied sigh, Axel scratched the hair on his chest and let his head sink into the soft pillow.

Upping the dosage of those sleeping pills was such a good idea.