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Helping Hand	By : rockstarpeach Category: AtS AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

Wesley was sitting at his desk, world history text book open to a random location to give the illusion of his studying as he absently drummed his pencil against the glossy page and waited for his roommate to get back from wrestling practice.
Lindsey had joined the team at the beginning of the school year, and had asked Wesley to go to his first meet a couple of months ago. Wesley had been hesitant to go at first; he hadn�t known Lindsey for very long and it wasn�t as if they were very good friends, and the whole idea of two scantily clad, sweaty men climbing all over each other was not exactly his cup of tea.
Or so he had thought. After some significant pestering he did eventually agree to go to the wrestling match, to try to show support for Lindsey and maybe make some new friends, and it turned out to be not at all what he had expected.
Oh, sure he had been right about the scantily clad, sweaty, writhing men all right, but he had been wrong about his reaction to it. As he watched the first two boys struggle for control on the mat, from his seat in the stands, his heart raced and his adrenaline pumped and he found that he was shouting and cheering and punching his fist in the air despite himself. It had been exhilarating to see such displays of power and strength and cunning, and Wesley wanted to see more.
Almost an hour into the meet it had been Lindsey�s turn to take the mat, and while Wesley watched the touching and the grabbing and the panting and the glaring and held his breath waiting to see who would emerge the dominant party, it was another kind of excitement entirely that he had been feeling.
He hadn�t been prepared for it, and it had come as more than a bit of a surprise, considering he had been pretty damned sure that he was entirely heterosexual, but when the other boy finally managed to get the upper hand, and pinned Lindsey to the ground, the sight of two hard bodies lying flush against each other, tensed and breathing deeply, managed to stir his prick enough that he wouldn�t have been able to kid himself.
And the fact that his roommate was lying completely subservient under the other boy and entirely at his mercy hadn�t done anything to quell Wesley�s arousal either.
Ever since then he had gone to every wrestling match Lindsey had, and straight home to a cold shower and a hard wank afterward, especially when he lost, which was most of the time. And ever since then Wesley had been dreaming about getting Lindsey underneath him, like all those other boys got to do, and dreaming about how he wouldn�t stop at simply pinning Lindsey to the mat like the other fools did. And he had mostly accepted the fact that he would never get that chance, because Lindsey was very much into girls, and even if he did get the chance, he knew he would be much too shy to take it anyway. Sadly he conceded that those dreams were strictly relegated to fantasy material.
He snapped his head up as he heard the door slam, and his roommate mumble something about his �Fuckin� coach,� and angled his body further into his desk and away from Lindsey guiltily, attempting to hide the erection he was now sporting as a result of his recent musings. Not like he had to bother, really. Lindsey would never notice, and even if he did he would never guess the reason for it.
�Practice not go well?� he asked, and Lindsey just glared at him before tossing his jacket on the floor and collapsing gracelessly onto his bed.
�What gave you that idea?� Lindsey asked sarcastically, settling his hands behind his head and crossing one ankle over the other in an effort to look more relaxed than he felt.
�Oh, I don�t know,� Wesley answered, even though he knew the question had been rhetorical. �Just something about your muttering and cursing and door slamming that�s less jubilant today than it usually is.�
Lindsey sighed and looked over at Wesley. He thought it might be good to talk about it with someone, even if there was no way that Wes could help. �I�m not getting enough wins for the team. Coach says if I don�t step up my game, I�m cut.�
There. It wasn�t so bad. He�d said it out loud and the world hadn�t ended. But no, it really couldn�t, yet. The world ending was saving itself for two weeks from now when he officially got kicked off the team, lost his scholarship and ended up flipping burgers at 4am for truckers and crack addicts just to put a roof over his head.
�Well, then you should be practising more,� Wesley advised, and cringed inside his head at his tactlessness. He knew how important being on the wrestling team was to Lindsey, and it was probably his duty as roommate, and sort of friend, to say something sympathetic and reassuring. But Wesley had never really been any good at that.
�Gee, thanks man,� Lindsey groused sitting up on his bed and staring harder at Wesley. �Practice more. Now, why didn�t I think of that. That should fix all my problems.�
�Sorry,� Wesley mumbled, not sounding sorry in the least, even though he actually was. �Just� I don�t see you�ve got much choice. You can�t just sit back and wait to get sacked. There must be something you can do, extra lessons or something?�
Lindsey shook his head and apologised to Wesley. �Sorry, man. Didn�t mean to bite your head off. But no, there isn�t. I�m already practicing double, roping the guys into staying with me after to go over moves, going to the gym with me on off days� It�s not helping. And I�ve got until the next meet to show the coach an �improvement�, and win something.�
�That�s two weeks,� Wesley said, closing the book on the desk and seeming rather excited about it. �That gives up plenty of time!�
�Us?� Lindsey asked, not quite sure what Wes had in mind.
�Of course. If you won�t get your own sorry arse in gear, I�ll have to help you out. We�ll work out every morning, practice in the evenings� By the time your next match rolls �round the opposition won�t know what hit them!�
Wes�s enthusiasm was really kind of cute, but it wasn�t the only thing that made Lindsey laugh a little bit.
�You? Help me with wrestling? No offence Wes, but you�re not exactly� athletic.� He said, and they both knew that was just a nice way of saying that Wesley looked like a bit of a pussy, and probably couldn�t take his grandmother in a fight.
�Excuse me,� Wesley visibly bristled, and sat up straighter in his chair. �I�ll have you know I�m quite athletic. I�ve had my share of fencing and gymnastic lessons back home, and I could show you a thing or two about physical activity.� He coughed then, and looked down, hoping that Lindsey hadn�t picked up on the unintended sexual innuendo that he had let slip.
Lindsey snorted, thinking that it wasn�t exactly the same thing, but figured he really had nothing to lose by letting Wesley try to help him out. As long as it didn�t interfere with any of his real training that was, so said simply, �Sure Wes. Thanks. We�ll start tomorrow.�
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�Alright, so. What do we do first?� Wesley asked, looking around at the wrestling mat and the empty gym surrounding them, and tugging slightly self-consciously on the ridiculous spandex outfit Lindsey had given him to wear.
They had gone jogging that morning, and while it had winded Lindsey slightly more so than Wesley, it had felt good, made Lindsey�s blood pump in a different way than he was used to, and he had wanted to keep going when Wes announced that they were finished. Wes had spewed out some nonsense about Lindsey not overexerting himself, and Lindsey thought he was full of it, and just wimping out, but had agreed to stop, since they both had classes to get to anyway.
They had agreed to meet at the gym after Lindsey�s regular practice to give him a chance to go over and over, and probably over again, the moves he had been working on, and hopefully make some headway, but Lindsey wasn�t counting on it.
Lindsey groaned. �I knew this was a bad idea. Wes, if you don�t-�, and before Lindsey had even finished the thought in his own head, let alone voiced it, he found his left arm wrenched behind his back and fell to his knees as he felt one of Wes�s against the back of a thigh, pressing forward to guide him, and an elbow across his shoulders to gently push his face into the ground.
Okay, so maybe he had been wrong. Maybe Wes could teach him a thing or two.
�Brilliant!� Wesley enthused cheerfully, getting up and leaving Lindsey on the ground looking up at him. �If I�d known it would be this much fun, I�d have signed up for the team.� The two seconds of wrestling had actually been a great deal of fun, and that wasn�t even counting how fun it had been to finally have Lindsey underneath him, at his mercy, even if not in a sexual manner. And he was having a hard time not counting that.
Lindsey wasn�t quite as excited as Wesley. �Yeah, well. In two weeks they�re gonna have an opening, so you should try out.�
Wesley put his hand out for Lindsey to grab hold of and pulled him up so they were standing next to each other. He swallowed, audibly he was pretty sure, and horribly embarrassed about, and looked away from the other man, hoping to will his dick down slightly. This outfit really left nothing to the imagination.
Lindsey, of course not being blind, did notice his friend�s condition, and smiled at him despite his own pissy mood. �Don�t worry about it, Wes,� he offered with a wink. �It happens.�
Wesley looked back at Lindsey while he spoke, and fought his knees turning to jelly at the intoxicating grin directed at him, and he couldn�t quite figure out why Lindsey wasn�t calling him a freak and storming off to find a new roommate. He tried not to get his hopes up.
Over the next half hour or so Lindsey showed Wesley some standard moves. Because if Wes was going to help him out, he needed to know what was allowed and what wasn�t, and he couldn�t go around cheating like he had at first to take Lindsey down. Okay, fine so he hadn�t really cheated, but Lindsey was still bitter about getting beaten so easily by some pansy little British guy.
They spent extra time on a couple of moves in particular that Lindsey was having trouble with, and Wesley did his best to help out, but not knowing the proper form, he wasn�t sure how good a job he was doing. Seeing as how Lindsey was, for the most part, unable to take him down, or break any of his holds, he figured he was probably doing fairly well. But that only meant that Lindsey wasn�t, and that wasn�t good.
Eventually, tiring of the pre-set exercises, especially given that he hadn�t made any progress, Lindsey suggested that they go all out. No holds barred, wrestling. Lindsey was pretty sure he�d win, and then they�d see who the real athlete was.
Wesley readily accepted, perhaps too readily, and his dick twitched again in the tight shorts as it prepared for uninhibited contact with the object of it�s fantasies.
�One,� Lindsey counted, and they both bent their knees. �Two,� and they both leaned forward slightly, elbows bent, arms ready. �Three,� he said softly starting their own private match, and they started circling one another, each looking for an advantage over the other.
Lindsey smiled cockily and reached out to grab Wes, but his hand didn�t even make contact before Wesley was behind him, and he was face down on the floor. The next thing he knew Wesley was sitting on his ass, yanking his arms up behind him and pulling his back up to a 90 degree angle to the floor, putting an uncomfortable sort of pressure against his cock, which had decided to become hard, without permission.
What the fuck was it with this guy? Asshole was fast, that was for sure. And why did all this seem to be turning him on so much? He gritted his teeth against the slight pain, and tried to shake off his arousal.
�You win, Wes,� he said quietly, not really wanting to admit it, just wanting his roommate to get off of him so they could leave and he could sulk.
Wes, for his part, was having much too much fun to let it go so easily. His dick was rock hard inside the spandex, and he fought not to grind it against the hard, perfectly shaped ass underneath him, knowing it would probably just scare the other man off.
But he couldn�t help leaning down to place his mouth against Lindsey�s ear and whispering, �what was that, Lindsey? I couldn�t quite hear you.�
Lindsey fought harder in his confinement, trying to break free of Wesley�s grip, but he knew it was useless; he wasn�t going anywhere unless Wes wanted him to. He shivered at that thought, and his erection pulsed and grew larger under him.
He hadn�t been lying earlier when he told Wes that it happened, but it had never �happened� for him before. At least, not to this extent. And the fact that it was now, when he was pinned by his stuffy little roommate, was kind of freaky. And those whispered words in his ear, asking him to admit, again, and louder, that Wesley had won, that Lindsey had lost, intensified his feelings.
And when he felt the slightest shift of the man above him, so that he was aware, just barely, of an equally hard cock nestled on top of him, cozy, between his ass crack and Wesley�s hard abdomen, he groaned out loud and let his head fall forward in surrender.
�I said, you win, Wes,� he repeated. �I give.�
Wesley sucked in a breath of pleasure and power at hearing Lindsey admit to what they both already knew, even if the discovery had just been made seconds ago. �And what is it, exactly, that you give, Lindsey?�
Lindsey had to think about it. He really did. Not about what he wanted to give, because he was pretty sure they both knew the answer to that, but about what he was willing to give. Because if he gave it, there was no going back. And if his suck-ass wrestling abilities weren�t enough to get him kicked off the team, earning a reputation for being the fag who liked to get ass-fucked on the wrestling mat sure as hell would.
But in the end, there was only one possible answer to that question. �Whatever you want.�
�Oh no, Lindsey,� Wes chastised, leaning even closer into the other man�s ear, and tightening his grip a little more. �I�m not going to let you pin this all on me. If you want it, you�re going to have to say so.� And Holy Shit! When, precisely, had Wesley gotten so commanding? Neither of them was entirely sure, and neither did they really care, because it was turning into a world of hot, and both were giving themselves over, readily.
One of Wes�s hands let go of Lindsey�s arm, and Lindsey jerked to push his hand forward and stop himself from falling face first onto the floor. He was about to make some sort of snide comment when he felt Wesley�s free hand trace down his front, fingertips ghosting gently over a nipple on their way down, across his stomach, and the hand came to rest just below his belly button, fingers playing gently on the waistband of his shorts.
Neither moved, or said anything, for almost a minute in this new position, but Wesley lost patience first and reminded Lindsey that he was waiting for an answer. �Up to you, Lindsey. What happens next? What do you give, Lindsey?�
Lindsey tried, ineffectually, to push his groin up into Wesley�s hand, but he was still secured pretty damned well to the ground, and he wasn�t moving an inch without Wesley�s say so. And really, he had to admit that that was what turning him on so much about this, so he tried one more time to free himself, just for show, and they both knew it, and said, �Me. My body. Take it.�
That was exactly what Wesley had been waiting to hear, and he moaned, loudly, and as the echo of pleasure through the empty room came back on them half a dozen times, Wes tilted his head down slightly and pressed his lips to the side of Lindsey�s neck.
Lindsey closed his eyes as a tongue snaked out between the lips, and licked it�s way across his neck, to his jaw, and he tried to hump the floor as teeth nipped gently over the bone, and he almost cried out in relief as the hand that was against his stomach suddenly appeared at the side of his face, and turned his head so that Wesley could capture his lips with his own.
The kiss was� odd. Not something either of them had experienced, but not something altogether unpleasant. Just the opposite in fact. It was strange, but exciting, hard, but gentle, and it was nowhere near enough.
Wesley let Lindsey�s other arm go, helping down so he didn�t fall, but warned him, �stay where you are. Don�t move unless I tell you to.�
Lindsey wondered why he was listening to Wes. What on Earth would make him lay back and take whatever the other guy gave him, but then he felt Wesley lift himself up, and felt his own shorts being pulled down, and as his cock ground down against the cold padding below them, he felt a now equally naked Wesley settle himself above him, a hard, leaking prick resting against his ass cheeks, and oh, yes, that was why.
Wesley couldn�t quite believe it. Every fantasy he�d had for the past several months, come to life right in front of him, and he had no idea what to do. Well, alright, he had some idea, but he had absolutely no experience, so he was more than a little worried that he would screw it up. He must have been contemplating his position for longer than he�d thought, because he felt his right leg being kicked out of the way, as Lindsey pulled his own knee up to his side, and settled Wesley�s legs in between his own, and pushed his ass up and back against Wesley's groin.
�Hurry the fuck up, man,� Lindsey said, running out of patience. �Somebody could walk in any time now.� Sure, that was part of the reason he wanted Wes to hurry, but he didn�t want to lose any more face here by saying the rest of it. And he didn�t really think he had to, because he could tell that Wes was just as desperate for it as he was.
The motion of the body underneath him was enough to jostle Wes�s cock so that it was sliding across Lindsey�s hole, between the soft, perfect cheeks of his ass, and Wesley didn�t bother to hold back a groan at the sight and feel.
�God, Lindsey. I never thought� You feel so fucking wonderful.� He probably could have been more eloquent, but he figured that got his point across. �Spread for me.�
Lindsey did, but he had to fight himself a little to accomplish it. This was new territory for him, after all, and wasn�t used to being the bitch. Not that that�s what he was now. Far from it. Wes had asked him what he wanted, and this was it. He was getting exactly what he wanted.
And so was Wesley. Maybe that dumbass campus computer had known more than they thought when it had assigned them as roommates.
Wesley closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the back of Lindsey�s head. He breathed in deeply as he took hold of his prick, and worked it back and forth, through Lindsey�s crack, spreading his pre-cum around, slicking his way.
Lindsey arched his back at the gentle touch, giving Wesley silent permission to take things further, and Wesley didn�t waste it. He pushed each of Lindsey knees, in turn, up a bit further against his sides, and slid down the young man�s back, so that he was directly facing his hole.
He bit back his nerves and leant forward, pulling the cheeks apart slightly with his hands, and hesitantly pushed his tongue out, and licked a line from Lindsey�s balls to his tailbone. He puffed out a breath of absurd satisfaction that nothing catastrophic had happened at that action, and tried it again, this time taking more care over the sensitive anus, and delighting in the quivers he felt under his mouth.
Lindsey was pretty fuckin� sure he�d be going crazy any second now. He�d never in his life wanted anything to go into his ass, and after 30 minutes on the mat with Wes, and 10 seconds of the man tonguing him, he�d give his fuckin� first born just to have the guy�s dick inside him 2 minutes sooner.
Everyone had always called him a slut; looked like they were right. He moaned and writhed and grunted and clenched his fists and teeth, and desperately thrust his ass up into Wesley�s face, and hoped that his roommate would take the hint already, because he was done begging for the day.
�Oh, God, please!� Okay, almost done begging. But it really wasn�t fair when Wes pushed his tongue in just so, and hit something inside him that made no amount of begging seem too unreasonable.
Wesley chuckled at the eagerness Lindsey was displaying, and let a good amount of saliva pool on his tongue before swiping it once more over the twitching hole. He grabbed hold of himself again, this time with the intention of taking things all the way. He angled himself so that he was poised directly in front of Lindsey�s entrance, and pushed, ever so slowly, gently, against the hole.
And then pulled back. �Wait,� he said, breathless from arousal. �We don�t have protection.�
�Fuck protection, Wes,� Lindsey spit out. �I haven�t had sex since I was last tested, six months ago. Regardless of what everyone else thinks.� He pushed back against Wes�s still hard cock, trying to lodge himself on it, but Wesley still wasn�t certain.
�And neither have you. I know. So quit fucking around and fuck me already.�
Wesley did. He pushed in hard and fast and not at all as gently as he could have. �What the hell makes you think that I haven�t had sex?� he asked, pissed off that Lindsey would presume he wouldn�t be able to get anywhere with the ladies. �I managed to take your arse easily enough.�
Lindsey let out a grunt of discontent at the statement, but didn�t stop his backward thrusting as he said, �I�m your roommate, Wes. I notice who you bring home� or don�t.�
Wesley responded by pounding harder into Lindsey, but it wasn�t long before he forgot what it was he was upset about and lost himself fully, completely in the decadence of Lindsey�s hot, tight arse.
He gentled his thrusts, and placed soft kisses across Lindsey�s back and neck and face. He traced his fingers through Lindsey's soft hair, and down his neck and over his ribs. He wrapped somewhat still hesitant fingers around a very impressive erection, and pumped in time with the movement of his hips, sending them both into a state of blissful oblivion.
Lindsey loved it when Wesley pounded into him. He hoped they�d be able to do it again and again, and the harder Wes pushed the better it seemed. Until Wesley slowed down. Until he started to push in gently, slowly, taking care to caress that spot over and over with his hard prick. Until he started to touch him with something other than pure want or aggravation. Until he made Lindsey shake with the pure, honest affection that he seemed to put into the delicate touches. Until Lindsey was entirely lost in anything and everything that Wesley could give him, and he knew nothing else could ever match these feelings.
He let Wesley gently fuck him. Let him gently pump his cock, fingers tracing over the tip, picking up the wetness and gliding it over the shaft. Let him moan in his ear and say silly things like, �you�re amazing,� and �I�ve never felt anything like this,� and �this is all I ever need,� and let himself feel the same things, but didn�t let himself say them.
It was much too soon when Wesley felt his orgasm building, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it off for long. He pumped Lindsey faster and faster, harder and harder. Thrust into him in just the right way, and hoped it was enough. Enough for Lindsey to get where he was, to feel what he felt, because he was pretty sure even though he had started this whole thing, he had been in charge the whole way, that Lindsey was now and forever ruining him for absolutely anybody else.
Lindsey cried out as Wesley�s grip tightened around him, and he shot his seed out onto the mat below them, trembling in Wesley�s gentle hold, and let the other man slowly still his movements over him.
Wesley shot his load into Lindsey�s arse, sweet and hot and tight, and knew there would never be anything else like it. When he felt Lindsey shoot into his hand and across the floor he was relieved that he wasn�t the only one. He slowed his movements and came to rest across Lindsey back, both of them panting slightly, and more than a little unsure of what was supposed to come next.
�Well,� Wesley said, as he pulled himself up and tucked himself back into the silly shorts. �I hope that�s enough proof for you that I�m fully capable of helping you out in the realm of physical education.� He really hoped that didn�t sound as stupid out loud as it did in his head as he stepped back to watch Lindsey get up from the ground.
Lindsey shook his head, but laughed at Wesley�s attempt to take the �cool� way out. He found his shorts and stood, pulling them back on, completely uncaring that Wesley was watching his every move, and said, �It�s more than enough proof. Thanks roomie.� He winked and headed for the showers, leaving Wesley to follow. He didn�t dare turn back, hoping to pull off the air of disconnection that Wesley had failed to, but silently counting the minutes until their next �training� session.

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