Kiss or Kill

Part 02

Paul's POV

I'm woken up by the sound of Richard knocking on the door and asking to come in. Schneider, who's lying next to me, sits up like he's been hit by a bolt of lightning. Richard comes in and leans against the doorframe, looking at me.
"I'm sorry, Paul. I shouldn't have treated you like that earlier. Schneider made me see the error of my ways." He laughs a little, slightly nervously.

I smile, a big grin on my face. It's not in my nature to be mad with people for extended periods of time. "I'm sorry as well, for what it's worth. I really was just joking. I know you don't love Daron Malakian."

"And I know you're not a hamster." He smiles, and walks over to the bed and sits at Schneider's feet, gently placing a hand on one of his ankles. "Thanks for correcting me, Christoph." I can feel Schneider's heartbeat racing through the arm that lies around my shoulder.

Everything slows down as Richard leans so his face is next to Schneider's ear. He whispers, "Maybe I need to be punished..."

Richard's POV

It's interesting to see Christoph's and Paul's reactions. Christoph gulps and his breathing turns into panting as it becomes obvious how his mind is playing out situations of 'punishing' me. Paul looks so confused that it's adorable. I lean closer to him, placing a hand on Christoph's chest as I kiss Paul, letting out all the emotion
that's built up in my heart. He doesn't respond, so I pull back a little and watch for a reaction as I slip my hand in Christoph's trousers and grip his cock.

Paul would be angry with me, I think, if it wasn't for the fact that he was getting turned on by the sight of Christoph leaning back, arching into my grip and moaning like a whore.

I turn to Christoph, pull off his trousers and throw them to Paul. I spread Christoph's legs. I could lube him myself, but that would take out the novelty of this all. I grip the hair on his head (or what's left of it, after that haricut) and bring it to mine. "You're going to get him ready for me," I say. He nods shakily, then grabs something off the side table and does what I say. When he's finished, I pull him back, undo my trousers and throw them across the room. I don't know what to do for a while. Then I decide. "You know what I want you to do now," I say as I pull his head down. I groan and fall back onto my elbows as Paul sucks me. His toungue teases the head as I run my fingers down his neck. As much as I love this, it can't go on forever.

I pull him gently to get him off of me and I lay his head on the pillow next to Schneider. Without tearing my gaze from Paul, I push Schneider's knees up to his chest and enter him as hard as I can. Schneider moans loud, and Paul pants out a little sigh of desire at the sight of Christoph so utterly pleasured. Paul moves to grip his
dick but I hit his hand away. He's got to wait just that little bit longer for what he wants.

I start to move so fast inside Schneider that the bed keeps crashing against the wall. "Ffff...ffffuu-" Schneider's enjoying this so much he can't even curse coherently. I'm getting close, the intoxicating sights before me and the tight warmth of Schneider are pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I lean over and thrust my tongue into
Paul's mouth, grip him and brush my thumb over the head of his dick as I increase my pace even more. Schneider yelps my name as he comes hard and fast all over mine and his chests. I can only manage a few more thrusts before I come, moaning into Paul's soft mouth as I fill Schneider.

When I come to my senses again, I seperate myself from Schneider and pull Paul up with one arm, the other hand now stroking his erection with long, slow, firm strokes as I pull my mouth away from his to give more instructions.

"Schneider, sit behind Paul. Hold him so he can't move." Schneider eagerly does as I tell him, wrapping his arms around Paul's, wrapping his long firm legs around Paul's waist to keep him in his place.

I remove my hand and slowly move to wrap my mouth around Paul's cock. I take in as much of him as I can without choking. God, he tastes so good. I've dreamed about this, wanted this for so long, I think to myself. Thoughts of killing Paul couldn't be further away from my mind right now.

I reach up to Schneider's face and encourage him to lick my finger. He sucks on it amorously, and I have to pull it out of his mouth hard as he doesn't seem to want to let the finger go. I probe my finger into Paul's opening and find the little gland, stroking it as I increase the pace of my work on him. Paul shivers and tries to buck his hips to thrust himself further down my throat, but can't do much as Schneider is still holding him tight to his chest. I remove my mouth form Paul's cock and stare into his beautifully aroused face. I carry on stroking inside of him. I smile exultantly as he tries to buck his hips once more, screams my name and explodes, his semen shooting over my face, my chest and also over Schneider's toned legs that still cling to his waist.

I rest my head on Paul's thigh as we all calm down, trying to regain some sanity. None of us bother to move to clean oursleves up.

I feel a cool draft of air hit my side and I turn to see the door is open.

Judging by the shadow, someone's been watching our little advemture... and judging by the blinking light that switches off, they've been filming it as well...