Ryan felt that the responses from Billy were positive and encouraging him in his movements. He had little doubt that if he was truly terrible at this, his young friend would quickly let him know or at least try to set him on the right road. Neither were exactly known as subtle overall, much less when it came to a field they both took great pride in. Given the stimulation and hours of holding back, watching him shoot out large ropes of cum was not surprising. He carefully worked the lower half of his cut penis until the last few drops seemed to spill out. Having Ellie join him and egg him on in her own way only increased his desire to please.

If he wanted to, he could have taken it further given Billy's openness and Ellie's encouragement, but this felt like the right amount given all the narratives at play tonight. "Goddamn Khan! You're quite the shooter, you bastard." Ryan chuckles softly, letting his head rest on Ellie's shoulder for a moment as he stretches out his legs from their crouched kneeling position. "What can I say? I guess my moves cross gender lines." The reassurance from his girlfriend made him smirk. Picking his head up off of her and taking her face in his hands, he planted a few lingering kisses on her lips. He wasn't sure if he would have been as inclined to do all he has with Billy tonight if it weren't for her being a part of it. "You're still my only girl though." He winks and grins, giving her bare ass cheek a playful smack. In terms of his ego though, this experience only increased his confidence in both his own sexuality and the ability to make his sexual partners experience amazing orgasms with him. It was almost as satisfying to him to see the two of them in postcoital bliss knowing he got them there as it was for himself to reach that release.

Speaking of that, given the intensity of it all, his own uncircumcised cock stood high and at attention. In his pursuit to bring pleasure to others, his shaft had been lacking in being the attraction. He was the final one of the trio to yet reach completion and he knew it now that things had settled for a moment as they all caught a breather. "And then there was one..." He says softly, looking at both of them then down at his erection. "How about you two show me just how thankful you are?" He questioned in an almost smug tone of voice, gently rubbing Ellie's side and Billy's leg. A part of him knew he could easily get himself there with an array of possibilities that came to mind but it only fit his dominant mentality to make them work it out of him too.

There was likely not a singular moment during the course of the night where Ellie was not encouraging Ryan and reminding him how she felt about him. It was a very Elle-Grace Summers thing to do. Engage in a threesome but still keep her boyfriend at ease with the transgressions. She had this innate ability to still bring a degree of purity and comfort during moments and settings that likely would not have that with anyone else. The tenderness always did a number on Ryan. "Anything? You sure about that, babe?" He questioned softly, raising an eyebrow and smirking. The mischief words made his mind quickly play out multiple different scenarios that would fall under that category but none of which he was bold enough to present given the company they still had in Billy. The feel of another hand grazing his cock made him moan out, tilting his head as she kisses his collarbone. It was another example of how well these two knew each other and the hot spots to focus on.

Once Billy cleans up and rejoins them, Ryan opens his eyes and makes quick eye contact with him and his girlfriend. A part of him had no idea what the prospect of anything could bring up in someone like Billy who seemingly had no limits. He had his own lines to not be crossed and certainly knew that any confidence coming from Ellie could be shifted if something was suggested that she wasn't comfortable with.

While he had done a fairly good job over the course of the night to get out of his own mind, watching Billy pull Ellie in and kiss her for what felt to him like ages, when it was not even a minute, brought him back to the start. Seeing the woman he loved kissing and being embraced by someone else right in front of his face was not a good feeling. It didn't help that the man kissing her was handsome, more fit, and younger than he was. Ryan was someone who did not need any confident boosters in his own appearance. He knew what were his attributes and debatably looked even better now than he did in his 20s. That all didn't help remove his jealously from the equation nor did the large fact that at the end of the day Ellie was still his girlfriend.

Ryan didn't have much time to ponder when he has Billy pulling him in for a kiss as well. Out of instinct, he places a hand on Billy's side, embracing his abs lightly. His other glides over to Ellie's lower back and pushes her closer to the kissing pair. Ryan adds more pressure onto the kiss, making it more aggressive until he pulls away with little warning aside from biting and pulling down on his younger friend's bottom lip. "I'm unsure what you two could muster up together. It's all trouble, I'm sure." He chuckles, unsure what to expect next but knowing that he was due an orgasm as his erection throbbed eager for attention. "Why don't you take my cock in that little mouth of yours, Ellie-Grace?" He states nonchalantly, his thumb tracing over his lips as he speaks, looking deep into her blue eyes.

"Billy, I know you're a creative one, but stay away from my ass." Ryan grins and warns Billy, smacking his side a few times in a soft manner. While his tone and expression play it off as a joke, he figured he had the foresight to know that Ryan was not quite there to be that open with another man.

Ryan should have known better than to give Billy free reigns on what he did next. The young man was anything but subtle and his suggestion was just the latest to prove that without a single doubt. Even with Ellie opening the door to him turning down the idea if he wasn't comfortable or enjoyed it, his pride was too large to admit that. He did not want to be the sour puss in a threesome who shot down something that the other two were game for. In another setting and with another person involved, Ryan would have been impressed at Billy's quick turnaround time to be ready to go once more. Now it didn't do him any favors, figuring that making him cum earlier was going to be the end of that, and quickly proven wrong.

He remained mum through their dialogue, only stroking Ellie's cheek for a moment as she got into position and giving her a small nod of approval. There was a small part of him that thought of the little signal they had agreed upon before Billy's arrival to subtly indicate his discomfort but he opted to focus on his own pleasure. It was nothing short of talented that he was able to have all this inner-dialogue and mind pulling in a different direction, yet still able to be fully erect, physically present in the moment. As she starts working his balls reveals his head, the delicate touch from her lips kissing on him sent shivers down his spine. "Ugh, fuck..." He grunted out, sensually looking down at her.

It does not take long for him to be taken back to what Billy had in mind of doing next. He carefully watches him move behind Ellie, taking note that he was preparing himself to enter her without any protection. "Khan, aren't you forgetting something?" He raises an eyebrow, knowing well where Ellie stood on the subject but also assuming that given her personality she would not be as direct. It took a lot of careful dialogue for them to agree to forgo condoms in their sex life and use alternative contraception. Perhaps Ryan should have used a condom earlier to not give off the wrong impression and avoid this conversation. "Put a damn rubber on, man. This is not a free-for-all." Ryan looks over at Billy, his delivery was more stern than he planned for, albeit not coming across as upset.

He embraced her head, running a hand lightly through her hair, flashing her a soft smirk. At the forefront of his mind throughout the night was making sure Ellie was comfortable with anything that was going on. Even though Billy knew her for more years overall, he was the one who knew her well in a sexual setting and could read her best.

Ryan appreciated the attention to detail that his girlfriend took when working his shaft. Having that extra layer of skin meant that it took some more effort to get him to reach his peak if someone was not familiar with the added sensitivity it created. Thankfully Ellie was well-versed in the trade. A sensual sigh escapes his lips as she focuses her tongue over his head, each tactful swirl making him throb in her warm mouth. "Fuck yes, baby..." The second she pulls away makes him look down to make eye contact with her, smiling at her admission of love. She always found subtle ways, even in their most intimate moments, to remind Ryan how she felt about him. It was sweet and endearing. It was an additional layer upon their sex life that he had only experienced once or twice before with anyone else. "I love you too, El." Ryan moves some loose strands of hair from her face, his hand caressing her cheek afterwards.

"You kno-..." We were only mere seconds away from things potentially going sour when Ryan heard Billy's response to his request. Without Ellie quickly intervening and more delicately explaining it for Billy, her boyfriend was about ready to crack and not be so subtle about it. The interruption probably saved a damper being put on the evening. It was easy enough to take certain things said in this setting as harmless banter but this wasn't the case. Given the private nature of their reunion and his own reservations on opening up, it wasn't known exactly how he felt about Ellie, especially not Billy who had no existing close relationship with. She was the one person in his life who he was going to undoubtedly stand up for and protect. It was a reality that one day could create a shitstorm in Ryan's otherwise now steady and more careful-minded life.

Despite wanting to finish his train of thought to keep Billy in line, he bites his tongue and opts against it. He didn't create a fuss about it, so neither was he, although he was now keeping a more watchful eye on his young friend. Ryan can notice the tension that momentarily rose but now was easing on Ellie's face. He tried to get back into the sexual mindset, Ellie returning to sucking about half of his length was quickly helping him return to what was at hand for himself, gently moaning.

Inadvertently, his eyes see Billy standing by the foot of the bed as he silently hoped he only grabbed a condom and had no other ideas in that unpredictable head of his. It did feel almost like a slap in his face having to see the cock that was about to enter his girlfriend. He was confident in his own hung self and none of them lacked in the department. That didn't ease his pride, which was currently taking a hit at the moment. Previously, he had no competition on who the best sexual partner in Ellie's life was, now was not as sure of that.

Billy was a loose cannon as far as Ryan could tell and while things were going fairly smooth so far with no lines crossed, he didn’t think it was a certainty that trend would continue. He raised an eyebrow watching his mischievous friend dig into his bag personal bag and pull out a butt plug. The fact it was even bigger than Ryan’s own oversized fist was concerning for whatever Billy may suggest next. “Uhhh, no thank you.” He scoffed and chuckled at the question. In the past he may have used a similar toy on previous sex partners but it was not something he had any interest in experiencing himself. If somewhere in his mind Billy thought that his longtime Ellie-Grace would be open to that, he would be drastically mistaken too. “Unless you’re plugging that in on yourself, don’t think that will have much use here. Sorry, you little freak.” He stated teasingly, not entirely all that surprised to see him have that in his bag of sexual tools.

When he noted that Billy was putting a condom on, he returned to enjoying himself which was easy to do once Ellie began to bop her head on his erect cock. Ryan felt all the inner-struggle he had caught up in his own head take a backseat as she works him in her warm, wet mouth. “Oh yeah, baby… fuck yes…” Watching her crouched down and eager to please him was a wonderful sight, especially from his point of view. His girlfriend knew he enjoyed a particular power dynamic at times during sex and she was submissive enough to please that desire of his. Ellie was if anything enthusiastic in pleasing him, eager to bring him relief. She was delicate in her touches which drove Ryan off the wall most of the time. “That’s my girl.” He encouraged her, slyly grinning, petting her head.

Even though he was receiving a blowjob from his beautiful girlfriend, he fought to keep an eye on Billy when he finally positioned himself behind her. The moan once he enters her echoes on his throbbing hard member, grunting at the sensation. For as braggadocio and free he was about sex, this was the first time he felt he encountered someone that was about at his own level. In another setting and with someone else between the pair, he’d be impressed. He’d likely even play up the cocky spirit he had. This time he was jealous watching his young friend starting to thrust inside Ellie. He smirked when they made eye contact, although he did no respond whatsoever, opting against possibly bringing some other wild idea into his eager friend’s mind.

The thrusting was helping push her onto his cock which brought great sensations rushing up his wet and erect shaft. The moment he feels himself entering her throat causes him to moan out loudly, instinctively push his hips forward each time to increase the rush of pleasure. Only recently had she eased into deep-throating him and he was aware that this was not like how he was using Billy’s mouth earlier without any regard given his experience. “Ughhhh, baby… take that big cock in your throat.” No matter how caught up he may get in his own head tonight or overall, sex never let him down. He could have worst mentally exhausted day possible and anything of a sexual nature was going to be welcomed and appreciated.

Ryan was getting into the zone with his girlfriend deep-throating him. It was still new enough to send a jolt of blissful pleasure from not just the feeling itself, but also due to the sense of proudness he felt that she was able to take all of him now. That groove he was in is cut-off when his younger male friend opted to switch things up on them. It's with a watchful eye and raised eyebrow that Ryan looks at Billy. Given his unpredictability it was fair to be careful. Ryan did not have the same trust as Ellie did, as he's only known him for a mere few months compared to the longstanding years long friendship she's cultivated with Billy.

Sex to Ryan is without a doubt his favorite activity. Everything that comes with it he has spent years crafting his skills, much like when it came to his guitar playing. He was just as confident delivering a guitar solo to a packed audience just as he was giving a lover a mind-numbing orgasm. He also enjoyed being the one in control. Albeit, at times it was fun to switch things around and keep things out of his own hands, overall he preferred being the director who led the way. Billy was switching the script on him and he was not exactly fond of it but if anything it got him to stop worrying about another man being inside his girlfriend.

After that blowjob, his cock was coated in saliva and pre-cum, able to glide his hand across it with ease. He kneels above her, the position fueling that power factor he enjoyed so much. "I'll do my best, babe." The sight of Ellie's naked body alone was enough to get him to that point he was seeking, the sounds coming from her as Billy fingered her helped matters admittedly so. He found it best to try and ignore Billy for the next few beats as he worked himself over her. His erection was strong and throbbing at the slightest of touches right now, veins becoming more pronounced on it as it desperately needed relief. Ryan starts stroking himself, using his foreskin as almost a sleeve, retracting it fully with every motion back.

He keeps his gaze on Ellie, biting down on his bottom lip as he feels his load build up with each stroke he makes up and down his shaft. His free hand grazes the side of her face, thumb teasingly running across her lips as she continues to moan out. After a few minutes, the strokes become more frequent and aggressive, his head kept fully exposed now and bulging along with the rest of his length. "Ugh, fuck... here it comes, baby..." Ryan grunts out as a warning, angling his shaft, aiming towards her chest and abdomen, not needing much more motivation as he finally reaches his overdue own orgasm. "Uh fuck! Fuuuck! Fuck!" As she already knows, and now becoming knowledge for Billy as well, he too was a shooter who produced quite the heavy loads. The first few spurts of cum are powerful, its furthest peak hitting her waist, just above her own intimate area. There are several ropes of his thick white substance spilling out that begin to decorate her stomach and breasts too in perfect streaks, removing his hand completely as he allows his shaft to throb each one out itself. It's not until the fourth or fifth spurt that it becomes shorter lengths and smaller droplets that lace her upper chest. A few tiny ones making it onto her neck and chin.

Breathing out heavily, he lets his knees lazily drop from their kneeling position to half lay beside Ellie. He returns his hand to his own cock as it finally starts settling down, using his thumb to gently take any spot of cum that stayed on his head, carefully returning his foreskin to place. He rubs the small traces that now sat on his thumb, playfully on Ellie's nose, smiling at her as he rests his head beside her. "Ugh, goddamn! I clearly really fucking needed that." He chuckles out surveying his own doing across her body, looking at both of them and giving each a wink.

Alfie splashes some water over his face from the basin in the restroom in an attempt to sharpen himself up. Ever since agreeing to this meeting his stomach has been doing all sorts of acrobatics. Nerves play a huge factor in the constant uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach but that's among many other things. Alfie is experiencing an amalgamation of emotions and worries simultaneously. He can't quite figure out exactly what he's feeling. There's a sickly sweet pang of nostalgia coming over him. There's burning hatred. There's the sorrow of a lost friendship - going from being so tight with someone to being essentially two strangers. It's a lot for him to process and take on. He isn't even sure what the end goal of tonight's meet should be. All Alfie knows is that this is for Ellie and old time's sake. "You can do this." Alfie looks in the huge mirror, giving himself a pep talk whilst his hands steadily grip the counter. After a deep breath, Alfie leaves the restroom.

Upon exiting, Alfie almost immediately clocks Ryan sat in the booth. Having already been here for a good 10 minutes, Alfie wasn't sure when or if Ryan would even show up. Trust Alfie to miss the grand entrance and Ryan choosing to arrive the moment he goes off to use the bathroom. It's in keeping with the reintroduction of Ryan into his life, however. Slightly underwhelming and drip-fed. Alfie always imagined the first encounter with Ryan to be explosive and purely by chance. An important friendship with such a chaotic ending deserved some fireworks. However, over the best part of a year, Alfie has had to watch Ryan slowly worm his way back in from a distance. From the reactivation of Ryan's social media profiles, to seeing him on TV again, to working with Ellie, to now dating her - he has slowly been reintroduced to Ryan just like bringing a new pet into an already animal-occupied home. Small steps and small doses.

Alfie swiftly walks over and takes seat in the booth, making a point of being as far away from Ryan in the seat as possible. "Hey." Alfie gives a half-hearted nod alongside his awkward greeting. With his hands in his pockets of his black bomber jacket, lack of enthusiasm and maintained distance, it's clear that he's feeling rather cold towards Ryan. The dynamic has obviously shifted too and rightfully so after all that has happened. Alfie used to dote on Ryan like the big brother he never had. Now? Well, Alfie looks like he'd be more comfortable having his wisdom teeth extracted than sitting here. Something that hasn't really changed though is Alfie's appearance. Of course, everyone is dressing sharper than they did in 2010 and there's the added element of Alfie's voice having fully dropped as opposed to the breaking and cracking of his teenage boy voice but that aside, he still looks pretty much the same. Tall, swagger in his walk and a baby face that takes years off him. Even as a teen, Alfie still looked very childlike aside from his height.

"Been a while." Alfie looks dead ahead at Ryan, speaking in a very matter-of-fact manner. That's something else that's new. The deadpan delivery and cold glare is very Jeannette and Mr. Summers. Alfie was much more giggly and warm when they last interacted. The difference between a 14-year-old and a 24-year-old is staggering, however. Not only has Alfie been impacted by the fallout with Ryan, but he has endured a decade's worth of life. Ryan wasn't around for extremely formative years for Alfie. He's not carefree, mischievous schoolboy Ryan last met.

Alfie looks across at Ryan, trying his best to compose himself. A few minutes ago he had no idea what to make of the abundance of feelings he was experiencing at once, all tied together and overlapping like Spaghetti Junction. Now? Well, now Alfie has this overwhelming feeling of hatred which he never anticipated. Granted, he was severely pissed at Ryan and was aware of that feeling. Seeing him in the flesh for the first time in the best part of a decade however? It's rapidly bringing a lot of suppressed hurt and bitterness to the surface. The last time he saw Ryan, it was just like any other day. He was at the family home, they had dinner then the pair went up to Alfie's room to play some PlayStation for a bit. Next thing he knew, Ryan fell off the face of the earth and he had to endure months of seeing his sister crying her eyes out. To go from that to being sat here with the exact same guy is rather jarring.

When Ryan compliments him, he gives the most half-assed smile in response and makes a conscious effort not to pay him one back. He doesn't want Ryan thinking they're cool. He'd like that to be the case one day but right now, after no apology or explanation given as of yet? He's letting Ryan dangle and waiting to hear what he has to say for himself before giving him a crumb. "You're right. 10 years. Long time to go without talking to somebody." Alfie takes his arms off of the table and folds them as he leans back into the booth. "But you're sniffing around Ellie again so I knew we'd probably cross paths at some point." This new dynamic is startling and odd. Last time they met, Ryan was the adult who was looked up to and respected while Alfie was the mischievous yet cutesy little teenage brother. Now, Alfie is clearly his own person and currently showing the most dominant personality between the two. Ryan's making an effort coming all this way and trying to break the ice. Alfie has the power over whether or not he wants this to go any further.

"Yeah, just Alfie now. Pissed off my dad but..." Alfie shrugs, again being rather blunt and avoiding the question of how he's doing. He doesn't wish to tell Ryan anything about himself or let him in until he feels it has been earned. However, he did unintentionally give a little nugget of information when he says the name change pissed off Mr. Summers. Confirms what Ellie has been saying and harks back to what Ryan used to witness. Alfie and his dad really don't get on. Mr. Summers is and always has been tough on Alfie. It's why Ryan meant a lot to him. He was the cool older male figure in his life. His father is too stern and extra harsh on Alfie purely for the fact that he's a boy, while being more lenient when it comes to his "princess" daughters. Alfie put a lot of trust and adoration towards Ryan which was suddenly ripped away. He's extremely apprehensive about letting Ryan in again.

When Ryan excuses himself from the table, it literally leaves Alfie alone with his own thoughts which is rather dangerous. Ever since clocking eyes with Ryan, this boiling rage has been brewing inside. He had no idea he would feel this passionately seeing Ryan after all this time but unfortunately, that's the case. A decade of suppressed emotions and flashbacks of how this man turned his entire family have infiltrated his mind and he just can't see past it. Sitting here trying to make nice, being paid compliments, having Ryan suddenly take an interest in his life? Nope. Not happening. There's something he has to get off his chest before this can progress any further. A few moments after Ryan enters the restroom, Alfie stands up and exits the booth, making a beeline for the toilets too.

Pushing the door open, Alfie storms towards an unsuspecting Ryan. He grabs him by the shoulder, swinging him around to face his direction. Without warning, Alfie throws a punch which connects with Ryan's jaw with brute force, sending him down to the floor with a thud. "YOU DICK!". Alfie bellows at Ryan before going in with a kick, purposely making sure to connect with Ryan's thighs as opposed to his gut. He's mad but he's not a true fighter. Fully beating up Ryan wasn't on the agenda but a few warning shots were well warranted in Alfie's opinion. "FUCK!". Alfie then kicks the counter out of frustration before gripping onto the sink and looking down into the porcelain basin, trying his best to compose himself. The violence may be a new thing but Alfie still has a potty mouth. Even as a teen he would swear like a trooper, which always got him into trouble with his father.

"You just left, Ryan..." Alfie finally breaks and properly addresses his old friend and the situation for the first time, an obvious lump in his throat.

When Ryan grabs Alfie, turning him around in order to have him strike him again, he pushes him back a few paces by the chest. "Would it make you feel better? Well, guess what? I don't feel any better. My hand fucking hurts, I just assaulted someone unprovoked and nothing has been resolved. Fuck." Alfie shakes his tender hand and makes a point of inching away from Ryan just in case he persists on being hit again. He doesn't plan on doing it but emotions are high and he may very well snap again. Alfie could have easily broken Ryan's jaw with his punch. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case but they might not be as lucky next time. As much as Ryan pisses him off, he doesn't wish to break a bone in his body nor upset and anger Ellie like that.

"My entire family?" Alfie scoffs when they're brought up in conversation, shaking his head and looking up towards the ceiling briefly before returning his focus to Ryan. "I'm not sure if you're aware of the impact your stunt had on us. What it still has on us. You see, before you came along, my dad was still a really guarded and strict guy. After he finally let down his walls and accepted, you go and do the unthinkable. The walls came up, reinforced this time. He's been tougher, harder, more suffocating towards everyone since then. Besides you, of course! The one who dropped the bomb and then ran for the hills." Alfie shakes his head and folds his arms, turning around and resting his lower back against the bathroom counter. "Ellie may have downplayed the situation for your benefit but things were fractious for the longest time. Jeanette moved far out to escape the chaos. Ellie wasn't herself for fucking years. Poor Hayden fell into a shitstorm and never stood a chance. I'm surprised he's not in a padded cell with what he had to endure coming into that. I still think my dad's punishing me for getting along with you so well back in the day. You came into our lives, turned it upside down and...left." Alfie shrugs in total disbelief, not understanding how someone could act so cold like that.

When Ryan claims that he hates the city, Alfie forces a sarcastic laugh. "HA! At least you can get on your little private jet and leave. You forget who you leave behind in the chaos. Don't talk to me about reminders. I'm still walking these same streets, dealing with the same people and often still having the same fucking conversations and repercussions." Alfie isn't raising his voice but there's definitely a confidence and slight annoyance in it. The way it's flowing off his tongue with such passion clearly indicates this is something he has been brewing up for a while. Alfie's mentally prepared for this spiel for a long time.

Alfie then sighs and looks down at his shoes for a moment, trying to compose himself before he gets too wound up again. "Even though I still think you deserved it, I'm sorry for hitting you. I'm not...I'm not like that."