Six Pack

Have you ever heard of the "Six Beer Theory"? It goes: if you give a straight man a 6-pack, he'll turn gay (or rather, bisexual, I suppose). And I guess it helps the process along if your usual drinking buddy is already that way inclined.

Which might explain how I came to find myself half-naked and playing tonsil hockey with one Julio Esteban Richter.

Thank god for the liquid courage, too, because despite the enthusiastic responses from Rictor writhing underneath me on the bed, his alien, killing-machine boyfriend just sitting there watching was pretty damned unnerving. His ice blue eyes were intense and I really couldn't tell if he was turned on or about to get up and kick my ass at any minute.

Ric made me forget about Shatterstar pretty quickly, though, as he moaned into my mouth. A roaming hand wandered down my bare, sweat-soaked back and bypassed the waistband of my jeans to grab a generous helping of ass, the other entangled in my hair. I groaned in spite of myself, grinding my very obvious hard-on against the matching one beneath me.

Okay, so if we're being completely honest here, maybe it wasn't just the beer. After all, I do have gay dupes; at least a couple, and they're all a part of me. I don't think people can be 100% straight all the time anyway, and that whatever-tiny-percent of me has always found Rictor kind of ruggedly attractive… Then of course, there were those lonely nights, when a dupe or two and I would…

Yeah, T.M.I. Anyway:

I heard the sound of my fly being unzipped before I realized what was happening next. I pulled my tongue out of Rictor's mouth as he began to slide my pants and underwear off my hips.

"Are you, uh, sure about this?" I slurred. Not really a question I wanted to get answered with "no", but at least if Ric was sober enough to know what he was doing, I wasn't taking advantage and there was less of a chance of being disemboweled by crazy, teleporty space-swords in the morning.

"Fuck yeah," he said, voice low and breathy, making me shiver. I almost wanted to turn to Shatterstar and ask "did you catch that?" but Ric grabbed me and proceeded to nip and suck at my neck as he wrapped skilled fingers around my now exposed cock.

"Christ, Ric," I breathed. God, I wouldn't last long like this. But I wanted to take him, feel myself inside him, make him scream for me.

I fumbled at the buttons on his fly and shimmied his pants off as well as my own. Turning him over onto his stomach, I spread his legs and settled in between them. The smell of musk and sex overwhelmed my already intoxicated brain.

"Um, do you have any---" I barely got the question out before a condom and bottle of lube was tossed onto the bed next to me. Oh yeah, Shatterstar was still in here. I suddenly felt mildly self-conscious, but this seemed to be a silent sign of approval, which made me relax some. "Thanks…" I said, dumbly.

Somehow in my inebriated state, I managed to rip open the condom package and roll it onto myself. I coated my fingers with lube and crooked one inside of Ric. The teammate/employee/buddy line had now been crossed and there was no going back, but the noises Ric was making made it so worth it. I added a second finger and began to open him up and he gasped and cursed in Spanish.

"You've done this before," he chuckled at me.

"Yeah," I admitted. "That is, my dupes have. I think." He turned his head and smirked at me. "Memory is tricky, okay? Fuck you."

"Dios, finally, I thought you'd never get to it."

Yeah, I was going to wipe that smug look off his face.

I pulled out my fingers and crawled back on top of Rictor, positioning myself and pushing in slowly. It was hot and tight and, god, so good. The constriction around my cock combined with the headiness of being drunk was the most wonderful sensation I'd felt in a long time.

I pulled back and slammed back in again, soliciting another string of curses from the Mexican beneath me. We quickly fell into a rhythm as I pumped into him and he rose his hips to meet my thrusts.

"Faster," he ordered, voice heavily accented. Yeah, okay, I can definitely do that. I fucked him as hard and fast as I could, before losing it completely, coming inside of him with a sharp cry of "Oh, fuck!"

I pulled out with a sigh, feeling rather tired and sated. Rictor let out an annoyed noise and rolled over, still hard and giving me an incredulous, slightly peeved look.

…God, I'm a jerk. I usually don't have to worry about finishing off my dupes as well when I do this. I was about to mumble an embarrassed apology and reach over to give Ric a hand (so to speak), but Shatterstar was on him like a flash (when did he get naked?), kissing him fiercely and passionately. Ric pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard and eyes heavy, and mumbled something in Spanish that, judging by the tone of his voice, was definitely dirty.

Shatty made a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr and hoisted Ric's legs in the air, resting tanned calves on broad, pale shoulders. He entered into his lover who threw his head back with a cry and reclaimed his mouth again to muffle the noises. He snaked a slick hand around Rictor's length and began to slide it up and down as he pushed in and out, making the Mexican writhe and clench his hands in short, copper hair.

Watching them make love was impressive and intense. Also, sexy as hell. They had dissolved into a flurry of noises and whispered words in Spanish and something else I didn't recognize. They were completely lost in each other, and it seemed like they were going at it for hours as I sat there, dumbstruck and staring like a total perv, until:

"Dios, 'Star, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, Julio, cum for me."

Rictor came hard all over his stomach and Shatterstar's expression changed suddenly from one of total concentration to utter ecstasy as he too climaxed. He slumped down, releasing Rictor's legs and moving to caress his lover's face with a soft look in his eyes that I had never seen before.

"Wow," I said before I could catch myself.

They both turned to look at me as if they'd forgotten I was still there (and they probably had). Embarrassment and a feeling of overwhelming awkwardness tamed my developing erection.

"I'm, uh, gonna head off," I said, wobbling as I made my way to collect my clothes.

"Sure," Ric replied, looking a little sheepish himself. "'Night, Jamie."

"G'night," I mumbled at the door frame before leaving the room. The last thing I was able to hear before making it down the hall was Ric's voice, laughing a little and saying to Shatterstar:

"God, which TV show did you see that Six Beer thing on, anyway?"