Germans PWP -- Neuer/Schweini/Lahm

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Title: Trust Me
Characters: Manuel Neuer/Bastian Schweinsteiger/Philipp Lahm
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,273
A/N: German porn! For elizaberglund who is my favorite bb who gave me Mats and all the other Germans. So I shall return the favor with her Ducky :D I hope you enjoy. Comments make my world go round :D

It wasn’t often that Manuel was unsure about something Bastian had arranged for their bedroom activities, more often than not he always ended up liking whatever it was Basti had come up with. Only this time, he hovered in the realm of uncertainty as he watched his boyfriend making up with his Captain twice over. It wasn’t that he was worried about things changing in their relationship because Bastian wanted a threesome, but what if it did?

“Manu…” Bastian purred, eyes focused on him again and Manuel swallowed hard as a reflexive reaction. He recognized the predatory gaze well. “Why aren’t you over here? This is for you.”

Manuel stood his ground, still in the hesitant circle of wariness by the door, and watched both of them on the bed. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, nor was he a voyeur for anyone other than Bastian. When he realized he wasn’t going to just walk over, Bastian slid off the bed and started towards him, patience and love showing in his eyes. Where others may have sighed and become impatient, Bastian did neither of those things. He simply came over, took Manuel’s hand in his own and brought it to his lips to kiss the smooth skin of his palm.

Manuel watched the gesture, unnoticing that his breath had caught somewhere in his chest. Absently, he licked his lips. “For me?” He asked, so softly it was as if he didn’t speak. For a while he wasn’t sure he had.

Bastian nodded and smiled and moved closer to kiss him softly on his lips. His hands were warm around Manuel’s hips and Basti’s fingers lightly teased the skin underneath his shirt. Manuel shivered.

“I know you’ve been watching him again,” Bastian spoke, his words ghosting over Manuel’s neck as Bastian kissed his skin lightly. “I don’t mind. I thought you would enjoy him. So did Fips.”

Manuel swallowed hard; partly in embarrassment for having been caught, and the other part for wanting exactly as Bastian had described.

“It’s not that I don’t want you also,” Manuel tried to explain but Bastian silenced him with a kiss and a smile.

“Oh I know it’s not a case of that.” Bastian squeezed his hips again and his eyes sparkled brightly. “As I’ve said, I don’t mind sharing once in a while.” He grinned his boyish cheeky one and Manuel felt himself relaxing and coming round to the idea.

“If you aren’t comfortable,” Fips started and Manuel shook his head.

“I know.” And he did. If anyone wasn’t willing, it wouldn’t go anywhere and it wouldn’t ever be mentioned again. They would continue as friends and it would be as if this had never happened. Manuel felt safe and nodded before pulling Bastian against his body.

“Okay.” He spoke against Basti’s lips before pulling him in for a rough kiss. Bastian tightened his hands around Manuel’s hips and grinded them together, causing Manuel to moan into his mouth.

Gently guiding him over to the bed, Bastian let him sit first, still kissing him and resting his hands on Manuel’s shoulders. Manu kept his own hands firmly touching Bastian, mostly around the waist and his chest. He never could stop touching his boyfriend, not that there was a problem with that, of course. Starting slightly, Manuel felt another pair of hands lightly touching his back, fingers moving slowly up his spine. He had almost completely forgotten about Philipp. Almost.

Manuel turned his head, lips bruised from Bastian’s kiss and face flushed from just the rush of him and Philipp thought he had never seen anyone more handsome in his life. Leaning forward, Philipp caught his favorite goalkeeper’s mouth against his own and kissed him almost as hard as Bastian had. There was only a moment’s hesitation from Manuel, as if he was silently asking Bastian’s permission again, before he shifted and pulled Philipp closer.

Bastian watched Fips and Manu kissing and grinned. His plan was working and it was hotter than he had imagined. He watched both of them for a few moments as he slowly, lazily undid the top few buttons of his shirt. He watched Philipp run his hand lightly across Manuel’s cheek and down his neck before finally coming to rest on his shoulder, which he squeezed. He saw Manuel trying to control himself from just pushing Fips onto the bed and covering his body with his own. Bastian was proud of his control but was amused in equal measure. If it were him, he wouldn’t have been able to maintain such calm before he would’ve taken him.

But this was Manuel’s fantasy and so he would be patient. For now.

Manuel’s body hummed with energy and he felt his fingers flexing against Philipp’s body. Philipp could tell something was bothering him so he slowly pulled back from the kiss, smiling when he saw that Manuel’s eyes were closed and his lips were even more bruised than before. He looked good, flushed like that, Philipp thought.

“What is it?” He asked softly, stroking Manuel’s shoulder slowly.

Manuel made a half-strangled sound before his eyes opened. Lust mixed with panic mixed with desire. “I want…” he sighed again and became fidgety. “I want—” He shook his head, unable to speak.

“Tell me?” Philipp asked, leaning forward to kiss the corner of Manuel’s mouth and then across his cheek, slowly angling for his neck.

Manuel took a breath; the oxygen finally rebooting a few of his brain cells. “I want you. Please?” He practically begged before looking at Bastian for permission again. Seeing the immediate nod and the grin on his face, Manuel looked at Philipp and prayed that it wasn’t a dream or that for some awful reason he would change his mind now.

Philipp smiled against Manuel’s neck and nodded before shifting to look into his eyes. “Of course. How would you like me?” He asked with an arched eyebrow, grinning just as Bastian did when Manuel whimpered.

“Any way, I don’t care.” Manuel said and that’s when he did what Bastian would’ve done at first sight a few minutes and sentences ago.

Manuel pulled Philipp on top of him at the same time he laid back on the bed. Adjusting effortlessly, Philipp laid on top of the goalkeeper and kissed him again. He pressed their hips together when Manuel started to pull at his shirt before he helped get rid of the offending garment. Philipp shivered when Manuel ran his fingers along his body and he let his torso be looked over before he helped with Manuel’s shirt.

He couldn’t get enough of kissing him, Manu thought as he helped shed the rest of his and Philipp’s clothes. He was so good at it that he thought Bastian might have gotten a rival in that department. Not that he would say any such thing aloud, mind. Manuel ran his large hands over Philipp’s hips and cupped his ass as the defender ground their hips together, cocks touching in all the right places. Fuck he breathed aloud and Philipp’s grin had disappeared long ago, faded into the concentrated look of a man nearing desperation for something he truly wanted.

“Please, Manuel…just please?” Philipp was begging now and it was sweet music to Manuel’s ears. He nodded quickly and fumbled across the bed for something, anything to assist with the process of fucking his captain. Somehow he managed to find lube and a condom, where had that come from?, and he handed the lube over to Fips while he struggled with the condom packet.

Bastian watched both boys almost breathless with lust for one another and shook his head slightly. They were adorable. Taking the lube from Philipp’s shaking hand, he squirted some onto his fingers, careful to reclose the bottle and kissed Philipp’s lower back.

“Let me help, mm?” Bastian asked as Manuel attempted to get the condom onto himself without breaking it.

Philipp groaned when he felt Bastian’s fingers enter his ass slowly, stretching carefully. It had been a while but oh God was Bastian talented at this. As Bastian moved his fingers into his ass, Philipp’s hands fisted in the bed sheets because Bastian’s tongue was teasing his crack with his tongue. God damn him, he didn’t play fair.

Manuel watched with a lustful expression as Philipp bit his lip in front of him and rolled his hips back against Bastian’s face. He could only imagine what exactly Bastian was doing, but he felt his cock twitch when he thought of it. He knew firsthand just exactly how good Bastian’s tongue could be.

Eventually, Bastian stood up running his hands over Philipp’s backside and grinned at Manuel. “He’s ready for you.” Leaning over the defender, Bastian kissed Manuel hotly and Manu groaned into his mouth.

Philipp joined in on the kiss, sloppily sharing one another’s tongues and mouths. It wasn’t the most glamorous of kisses, but none of them cared. Bastian moved Philipp with gentle hands to sit across Manuel’s hips in the right place and gracefully, Manuel entered Philipp slowly. Fips groaned and his toes curled as he was filled. Bastian had straightened and was kissing along his neck and shoulder while Manuel was slowly lifting his hips to thrust in and out of him. Between both of them he thought he would die from being consumed in fire.

Manuel watched Bastian’s devilish gaze as he teased the defender’s skin. Fuck that was hot. Groaning, Manuel sped his thrusts slowly and tightened his hold around Philipp’s hips. Bastian obliged Manuel’s silent plea and ran his hand slowly down Philipp’s torso until his hand took hold of the defender’s cock and slowly worked his hand in rhythm with Manuel’s thrusts.

Philipp bit his lips as his eyes closed. He felt his skin flushing and burning with each move of Bastian’s tongue along his neck and he tightened around Manuel reflexively when Bastian’s teeth sunk lightly into his skin. He groaned aloud and tightened his hold on the nearest thing he could reach, Manuel’s hands.

Grinning at the mark he made, Bastian flicked his tongue along the mark and then leaned forward so he could kiss Philipp. Tongues melded and he felt Philipp leaning back into him. He supported him easily enough while continuing to stroke his cock. From the movement between them, Bastian could tell Manuel was getting closer to his peak. Knowing what he liked, Bastian broke the kiss with Philipp to look at Manuel, who was watching both of them with an incredibly fixed expression.

Bastian looked between both of their bodies as Manuel thrust into Philipp and he grinned slowly. “I like watching you fuck him.” He flicked his eyes back to Manuel’s face instead of where he had been watching his cock pumping into Philipp. “I love watching you get excited at the dirtiness of this.” Bastian felt Philipp groan and he smiled slyly as Manu began to bite his lip. “I love hearing the sound of your skin against Fips’.”

Manuel couldn’t stand to hear Bastian say anymore. His eyes clenched shut and he arched off the bed. Fingers digging into Philipp’s body, he came hard into the latex that separated them. Philipp watched through half-closed eyes and couldn’t help it. With Bastian’s dirty words and the feeling of his cock being stroked, Philipp came around Bastian’s fingers a moment after Manuel had come inside of him.

Bastian triumphantly watched both of them come down from their high. It took several minutes but he was more than patient. His eyes had deepened in color watching the hot scene in front of him. He continued to support Philipp with an arm around his waist and he pulled the hand that was covered in come to his mouth and tasted the defender’s essence. Manuel must have seen him do it because he heard another groan and grinned.

“When did you get so filthy?” Manuel asked, out of breath.

Bastian gave him a wicked grin. “That’s for me to know.”

Manuel lapsed into silence, watching his boyfriend, with his eyes glancing at Philipp who eventually opened his own again. Manuel smiled shyly and Philipp grinned. Slowly, he worked his way out of Bastian’s hold and shifted himself so that he lay next to Manuel on the bed. Bastian took the time necessary to carefully clean up Manuel and himself from their adventure.

Philipp stayed close to the goalkeeper and they kissed lazily. Manuel kept an arm around him to hold him against his body and was happy when Philipp didn’t try to leave. Bastian came back to the pair and sat on the edge of the bed, more than just a little pleased with himself.

Something occurred to Manuel after several moments and he shifted to look over at his boyfriend.

“Did you…?” he paused and blushed slightly when Bastian shook his head.

“I am more than positive the both of you will make it up to me,” Basti grinned and felt the hardness in his trousers still present. “I’ll give you ten minutes to catch your breath and then you can both try and torture me.” He grinned again.

“Ten? More like two!” Fips teased. And where Philipp’s eyes went mischievous, Manuel got an idea.

If this was his fantasy that Bastian was more than happy to let him indulge in, Manuel knew what Bastian’s was. He grinned slowly as he watched Philipp begin to tease the inner seam of Bastian’s trousers. Folding his hands underneath his head, Manuel wondered just how exactly he could convince Thomas that he needed to join in another little party with him and Bastian…