Nick sunk to his knees, running his hands up Howie’s thighs. His face moved with his hands towards their destination, until something abruptly stopped him.

“No, Nick. How many times to I have to tell you?” Howie scolded, pushing Nick’s head away.

Nick kept his grin, as he casually backed away and started to crawl towards the body sitting beside Howie. Nick didn’t mind being shot down. Howie never let him do it, anyway. But it was always fun to try. Always fun to test Howie, to tease him. Especially when in public, where Howie would never get mad. Howie couldn’t be mad.

And this body beside Howie didn’t seem to mind the advancements Nick had tried on Howie, being administered to him. Today this body appeared to be in a good mood, a willing mood, a horny mood.

Nick always liked Kevin’s attention best, anyway.

Their eyes met as Nick lifted up slightly, similar knowing smirks on their faces. Nick grasped Kevin’s sides and ran his hands down the snugness of Kevin’s white tank top.

“Butthead,” Howie mumbled, lifting himself from the couch and rushing away.

Kevin watched him go, amused eyebrows raised. Howie never could give a mean insult. Howie was just too nice. They always said it. Never did he get back at Nick for bothering him like he did. Not even when Nick really deserved it.

It wasn’t all the time Nick acted this way, nor was it just Howie Nick wanted to do it with. In fact, Nick didn’t want to do it with Howie at all. When Nick was younger he wanted to, just to know what it was like and get his fix, but he grew up, Howie changed, and after multiple refusals, Nick gave up on trying for Howie. And if someday Howie ever said yes or didn’t stop Nick’s advances, Nick would probably stop before he even started and look for one of the others. It was no fun with Howie unless he refused everything.

It wasn’t like that with the rest of the fellas. When they said no, Nick got upset. Really upset. He would scream and stand up in the middle of the room, shouting sentences like “You all hate me!” and “Don’t you know I need it?!” before dropping to his knees. And they would let him keep up the tantrum, as the only time he tried for what he wanted was when the situation was appropriate—when they were in private. He would kick and scream, pounding on the floor and crying in frustration. Often, he’d cry so hard and long he’d end up wearing himself out and then would fall asleep right where he was, leaving one of them with the hassle of moving him. And if they let him go that far, they’d often give him the replacement, the thing to substitute the contentment, stuffing it into the willing mouth which immediately took to it. He’d be sure to fall completely asleep then.

It’s not that they liked seeing him so upset, but could never really give in, let him get what he wanted, if they hadn’t in the first place. But how he was treated during these tantrums really depended on who he was with. Sometimes, he’d proposition someone with all four of them in the room, once in a while trying to get all of them. A few times he actually got to. But when they didn’t let him, after his unruliness had calmed and he laid collapsed on the floor, crying so hard he coughed and sweat and tears had soaked his entire face, one of them would kneel next to him. Soft reassuring words would be spoken and they’d hold the back of his head, making him look at them, then push the pacifier in while promising him “later.” Upon which Nick would immediately calm, having received the oral stimulation and affectionate attention he craved. They would then take his hand and lead him someplace to take a nap, staying with him if he couldn’t be placed somewhere private. They needed to be sure no one could see his shame—his necessity—his baby’s pacifier. Nick could suck on his thumb, yes, but for reasons none of them understood, he didn’t. And the pacifier was something they could give to him, force on him, that he seemed to enjoy.

But most of the time, there would be only one there with him. Only one person when he tried for.

The only to ever comfort him to that extent was Brian and Kevin. It felt too weird for AJ; he didn’t understand. He would always let Nick cry if he didn’t want it, but there weren’t many times AJ didn’t want it. He was affectionate towards Nick, yes. Basically. Though he would never go to the lengths Kevin or Brian did. He simply gave what Nick wanted, maybe stroking his head or telling Nick how good it was, as Nick was the best, then sent him on his way. Brian didn’t often stay with Nick, either. Not unless Nick requested it. He would let Nick stay until Nick got bored and left, or sometimes fell asleep.

Neither of them went to the lengths Kevin did for Nick. And neither of them knew truly of the effort Kevin took for Nick. And that’s why Kevin was Nick’s favorite. Still, he never knew when Kevin would say no. He knew Kevin was all set on some type of “disciplining him or something” thing, to teach him he couldn’t have it just because he crawled between their legs. But often, Nick would just go to Brian or AJ instead and get what he wanted, so Nick never really learned what Kevin wanted him to. All it meant was Kevin was harder to get. Which made Kevin worth even more. And when Kevin let him do it, Nick was content as could be.

With arms holding the back edge and arm of the couch, Kevin pushed his hips forward, allowing Nick to unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants.

Excited hands, eager and delighted, tugged at the zipper.

Kevin got a kick out of that. How thrilled Nick was and the expression on his face, grateful and anxious.

“Kevin, can I pull your pants down?” Nick asked, keeping his voice down while asking with animated anticipation. A lot of times they’d only let him pull it out, do a few quick tricks, make them cum, and then have him stuff it back inside. Nick liked to draw it out though, really suck and feel the intimate nakedness of their bare legs surrounding him, but took what he could get.

Kevin took another moment to deliberate, or to at least pretend. “Go for it,” he apathetically replied, lifting his hips again.

Licking his lips, Nick pushed his fingers into the waistbands. “Your underwear, too, right?” Nick asked, nodding his head with naive eyes.

“Yeah.”

Nick almost shook with excitement now. He tugged slowly, wanting the unhurried joy from his treat being revealed. He especially enjoyed when it was at least somewhat erect, that they were aroused by him, when he took it in his mouth. Kevin was the biggest, too. A challenge.

Leaning forward, Nick touched his the flatness of his tongue to the smooth luscious skin, then took the head into his mouth. He kept one hand at the base of Kevin’s cock, stroking him, and the other on Kevin’s hip. Kneeling over Kevin’s foot, he rubbed himself against Kevin’s leg.

Brian and AJ thought it was inappropriate for Nick to hump their leg. Stupid, even. But Kevin didn’t mind. Kevin seemed turned on by it.

Kevin was Nick’s favorite.

Nick could cum without that stimulation, the rubbing of his genitals against the warmth of the one he gave pleasure to, and would often cum simply from the one he stimulated cumming. It was special, something wonderful, something he didn’t get all the time.

Eventually, Nick settled into a soothing rhythm, his arms over Kevin’s thighs, leaving them snuggly embraced by his armpits.

“I want you to do it slow today, Nick,” Kevin drawled, a hand reaching for the back of Nick’s head. Soon two fingers touched the short hairs and he gently caressed Nick’s neck.

Softly, Nick moaned, understanding and appreciative, causing Kevin to faintly thrust, thrilling Nick even more.

Sometimes Kevin would touch him, sometimes not. Sometimes Kevin liked it slow, feeling like rewarding Nick and being good to him because of knowing how much Nick loved it. And sometimes he administered the gentle punishment of wanting it quick and good. But still, Nick liked it regardless; he liked the attention. No matter what, Kevin was a reward. But slower meant more affection given and touching meant more affection received.

Nick needed affection.

Then AJ walked in.

Nick didn’t stir, knowing if it should be of his concern, Kevin would move.

“It’s my turn after you,” AJ flatly said, not making a move to leave.

Kevin rolled his head back against the couch and moaned. “No, I’m keeping him tonight.”

“He’s not yours!”

“Tough shit. I told you he’s mine tonight. Go make Howie give you something; he’s still here isn’t he?”

“You know Howie doesn’t do that shit, ‘cause he’s not gay and doesn’t want to do anything and whatever. Yeah, like I’m gay,” AJ said, rolling his eyes. “But, ewe, Kevin, not that I even would! Nick likes to do it, just give me a little bit. You want to, don’t you, Nick?” AJ asked, as if he were talking to a puppy.

Nick started to pull off, wanting to turn to the voice.

“No, no,” Kevin shushed, holding Nick’s head, and Nick willingly went back to sucking Kevin. “Just get out, AJ. Not tonight.”

“But it’s my bus!”

Gritting his teeth, Kevin securely gripped the arm of the couch in pleasure. “Deal with it. Take my bus, tell them we’re trading for tonight.”

AJ groaned in annoyance. “Jeez, you act like he’s your lover or something,” AJ grumbled. “He’s not. Hell, he’s not even your own private little bitch. He’s like a frickin’ baby, looking for somebody to suck on. Why do you treat him like he’s yours? Like he’s your baby or something.”

“Get out, AJ, you know why he does it. He’s not a baby. Don’t make him feel bad.”

“Oh such strong words from the one getting his cock sucked by the baby. And if I do make him feel bad, he’ll just start crying and throw a tantrum like the baby he is.”

“Don’t, Nick, don’t,” Kevin pleaded with concerned despair as Nick pulled away.

Nick lowered his head, sitting back on his feet, wanting only Kevin to see the tears.

“Way to go, AJ.”

“See, I told you he would.”

“Fu-”

“Fuck you!” Nick cried, cutting Kevin off. He sniffled, the tears heavy and drenching his face already. “I just love you!” he whimpered.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s why you do it,” AJ sarcastically replied. “You’re a little messed up sicko and it’s the only way you can get off.”

“Shut up!” Nick screamed, pushing his face into the crook of his arm which rested on Kevin’s thigh.

“He’s not messed up,” Kevin calmly replied, his voice soft with hurt and defense for Nick.

“Yes I am,” Nick said through tears. “I can’t help it. I’m sorry, AJ, I’m sorry. I... Don’t hate me. I’m not a baby, I just... I need to. I don’t know why. Please don’t be mean to me. Please don’t make it stop. Don’t tell; don’t be mean to me!” His voice strained and he continued to mumble such words.

“Look what you did, AJ! I should smack you!” Kevin cried, holding Nick’s head in an effort to comfort him.

AJ looked away. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Nick whimpered with his sobs muffled by his arm.

“It’s just with us, AJ, it’s just around us. I don’t know why he’s so babyish, I don’t know why he needs it, needs us, but it helps him and look what you did! Out of your jealousy you hurt him. We mean more to him, AJ. You can’t do this!”

“Well it’s too late now. Stop yelling at me,” AJ retorted.

“Just go away.”

“I’m sorry, Nick,” AJ softly said.

Nick let out a long whimper, a loud sob busting through afterwards.

AJ turned and left.

“Come up here, baby,” Kevin gently urged.

Nick lifted his head. “Do you really think I’m a baby?” he asked, a string of spittle unknowingly hanging from his bottom lip.

“It’s okay what you are, Nick, what you do. And I only meant that ‘baby’ in a good way. I understand, we do.”

Nick started to push himself to his feet.

“Grab my pants, okay?”

Nick did so without objection, too hurt to want to keep going, then, once Kevin’s pants were on, crawled onto the couch beside Kevin, but facing him. Kevin pull Nick into his arms. “Why was he so mean?” Nick asked, his tears still falling.

“He just wanted you.”

Thinking about why AJ wanted him, Nick pushed his face into Kevin’s chest. He felt even worse now. That’s all AJ wanted from him.

“Hush,” Kevin whispered, holding Nick’s head to him.

“I’m sorry for being stupid.”

“You’re not. Here,” Kevin said, removing the pacifier from the plastic bag he’s just pulled out of his pocket. “Calm down, don’t worry,” Kevin said, offering it to Nick’s mouth.

Nick hesitated, though normally he wouldn’t have thought twice.

“I understand, nobody else will know. Take it, you love it. It’ll make you feel better. Trust me.”

Nick sighed in uncertainty. “I’m not a baby,” he pouted before pushing his head forward and taking it into his mouth.

“I know, I know,” Kevin sympathetically replied, closing his eyes.

Putting his arms around Kevin, he hugged him back, resting heavily against him. Nick closed his eyes, too. “I love you, Kevin,” he mumbled through the pacifier, which did a very nice job of pacifying. Kevin knew it would work. It had never failed before. And soon Nick would fall asleep.

“We all love you, you know that,” he whispered back, not sure whether Nick’s sleepy mind understood. He kissed Nick’s head. “I understand. It don’t matter what the others think, or what the others do. You don’t have to worry; I’ll make it okay.”