Triciaqaf
NC-17
Nip/Tuck- QAF Crossover – it’s a Brian/Justin/Christian sandwich
Blame paddies
and url_girl
who came up with this plot bunny. It ended up a bit different than Ree’s first
post about it, thanks to some refining of plot points with Gio.
MANY thanks to paddies
who read this a few times for me, and made some brilliant suggestions. And who's
helping feed my Nip/Tuck fetish ;)
Part 2
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Christian’s POV
“Yeah, I want to watch.” The words are out of your mouth before you even realize
you’ve said them. And fuck, you really do want to watch. Want to see if Justin’s
skin is really that good everywhere. If Brian’s dick is as impressive hard as
it was mostly-soft. If this gets hotter when they aren’t in public. You know
it will. Fuck.
You wave for the check and finish your drink, watching Brian smirk and Justin
eye you with open hunger. Huh.
He gets up, pulling his hand out of Brian’s pants. You watch him, alarmed, as
he walks over to your side of the table. You turn your chair to the side as
he drapes himself over your lap.
“You’re going to be very glad you said yes, Dr. Troy,” he purrs into your ear.
You look at Brian as your mouth falls open, but he’s just grinning and watching.
Justin gets up, taking your hand to help you up, and then he heads back to Brian’s
side. Brian’s done up his zipper but his hard-on is very clearly visible under
the fabric. At least you can’t help but notice it.
You reach for the check but Brian grabs it, shaking his head. “My treat,” he
says, smiling.
You can only imagine.
……………………
Brian’s POV
You take a cab back to your hotel and the good doctor is pretty quiet. Quiet,
but not freaked out. Justin keeps making him laugh, which keeps the tension
from creeping into the situation.
Justin is sitting between you, and you pull him into a kiss and then the whole
cab gets quiet. You lose yourself in his mouth, your hands reaching for his
skin as the kiss deepens. You want to fuck him here, now. You pull him closer,
sliding his leg over your lap as he moans softly into your mouth. You can’t
wait to get inside him. Your hand finds his cock and he groans, hips shifting
to give you better access.
“I figured you meant I’d be watching somewhere a bit more private, but this
works,” Christian’s voice interrupts and you laugh. “Although I think the cab
driver has a different opinion.”
You look at Christian as he glances at the rear-view mirror. You follow his
glance and ignore the concerned look on the cabbie’s face.
“Didn’t mean to leave you out, Christian,” Justin turns to the doctor and you
smile at the look on his face. He’s staring at Justin’s mouth. You can certainly
understand that, especially with it red and swollen from kissing you.
“I’m just watching,” Christian says quietly, and you wonder who he’s convincing.
“I know,” Justin smiles, his hand reaching out to touch Christian’s jaw. Christian
just watches as Justin’s finger trails over his lower lip. You grin at the stricken
look on his face. “But you’re welcome to play if you want to, ok?” Justin blinks
slowly at him and Christian keeps watching, swallowing. He nods.
You give him no more than half an hour after you’re in the door before he’s
naked.
Christian pays the cab when you arrive, and you pull Justin out after you. He’s
laughing, and you can see he’s a bit drunk. Not too much, but enough that he’s
not feeling any pain, and he’s definitely horny. Dr. Troy has no idea what he’s
in for.
You watch Justin walk beside him, staying close enough that he accidentally
brushes against him at least twice on the way to the elevator. You try to keep
from laughing.
Justin pulls Christian into the elevator by his hand, then turns to face you.
He’s flanked by the two of you, and the doors close before anyone else gets
in. You look at the mirrored doors in front of you and grin. Justin follows
your gaze and sees the reflection of the three of you – himself framed by tall
and dark on both sides, book-ending him.
You know exactly what’s going through his head. He glances at Christian, then
at you, and you see his face crumple with desire. He steps closer to Christian
and pulls you tighter against the other side of him. You’re surprised he’s got
the restraint to keep from rubbing himself on both of you. He does make a pretty
tasty looking filler between the two of you, you must admit.
You see Christian notice, looking in the mirror and catching Justin staring.
He looks from Justin to you, then down at his feet for a second. Then he looks
back up, and catches your eye in the glass. Justin’s watching you, and you feel
the air in the elevator shimmer with need.
“He looks good in between us, doesn’t he?” you ask softly. Christian’s eyes
land on your face as he brings his tongue out to wet his lips.
Justin looks at you, eyes hungry as you push him gently in front of Christian,
then step behind them both. You meet Christian’s eyes in the mirror.
“You look good in between us too…”
You grin as his eyes close for a long second. He pushes his shoulders down and
straightens his spine before he opens them again.
It’s going to be fun to watch him break. You grin, pushing on his shoulders
gently as the elevator door opens and Justin stumbles out.
………………………..
Christian’s POV
You focus on putting one foot in front of the other as you walk down the hall,
telling yourself it’s going to be ok. You’re just going to watch. You don’t
have to do anything.
You try to convince your dick the same thing, but it’s not listening. And some
part of your brain is wondering why exactly it was that you weren’t going to
do this. It doesn’t seem quite as clear now.
You think about what happened in the elevator, and almost laugh to yourself
about how much Brian reminds you of you. He’s smooth, clearly used to seducing
people, charming, good looking. You can’t decide if you wish he were straight
so you could cruise women together, or are glad he’s not so he wouldn’t be competition.
It feels weird to be hit on by someone so much like you.
As soon as the door opens, Justin is pulling Brian into his arms, their mouths
meeting in an intense kiss. Brian’s hands are pulling Justin’s shirt up, over
his head, while Justin fumbles with Brian’s belt. They don’t waste time with
preamble, it seems.
You watch them move in what is clearly a familiar dance, and wonder how they
ended up staying together. Brian seems to be a player, and players don’t do
serious relationships. Or at least they don’t do love, and watching these two
together, that’s the word that comes to mind.
You head to the chair in the corner, a few feet from the bed. They stagger,
entwined, to the bed, and Brian lets Justin fall first, then climbs on top of
him, their kissing never interrupted.
It’s hot, and you don’t want to look away, but something tightens in your chest
as you watch them. You’re not sure why, but you wonder if this is going to be
fun after all. Maybe this was a terrible idea. You scrub your hand over your
face and wish for a drink.
Brian must read minds in addition to his other talents, since he pulls away
from Justin and stands up, looking at you before heading to the mini-bar. His
shirt is gone and his pants are unbuttoned, his lean chest tanned and smooth.
He’s beautiful.
You look over at Justin lying on the bed, and realize he’s watching you watch
Brian. He’s smiling.
“Scotch?” Brian calls from the fridge, looking up. You nod. He tosses you a
small bottle, then throws a water bottle to Justin.
“I don’t get a drink?” Justin scoffs. Brian laughs.
“You’ve had enough, Sunshine.” He fetches two glasses from the top of the bar
and fills them with a little ice. He moves across the room to you and you can’t
help but watch. He’s graceful and almost feline, like a panther. You want to
touch his skin, but don’t.
“I haven’t had too much,” Justin frowns, jumping off the bed to meet Brian in
front of you. He turns to you.
“Do you think I’ve had too much, Christian?” he smiles at you, dropping himself
sideways across your lap. You stiffen in the chair, holding the bottle in one
hand and instinctively wrapping the other arm around Justin’s back when he lists
to the side. His face is close to yours and you can’t look away from that mouth.
“Uh…” you don’t get a chance to finish, before Justin reaches to take the bottle
from your hand. He leans forward to get the glass from Brian and the movement
makes him press into your dick in a spectacularly distracting way. There’s no
way he can’t tell that you’re hard.
He pours the contents of the tiny bottle into the glass, then drops the bottle
onto the carpet. He swirls the amber liquid around the ice, then raises the
glass to his lips.
“You don’t mind, do you, Dr. Troy?” he asks very softly, rocking his ass on
your lap. No, you definitely don’t mind.
“Uh, no…” you answer, watching his mouth open. He takes a slow sip, his eyes
on you, then lets his tongue sweep the rim of his mouth before he hands the
glass back to you. You grip the glass to keep your hand from shaking.
Then Justin turns in your lap so that he’s got his back to you and is facing
Brian. Which also puts your cock right against the center of his ass, where
you can feel the cleft between his cheeks pressing back against you. Jesus.
“See, Brian,” he says very quietly, his hands reaching to pet Brian’s bare chest.
Brian steps closer, his feet lining up between your legs. “Dr. Troy thinks I’m
fine.” His fingers dip into the open waistband of Brian’s pants and you can
see the head of Brian’s cock pushing against the knit of his black briefs. Brian
laughs softly.
Justin leans forward, letting his mouth touch Brian’s skin. You look up at Brian’s
face and he’s watching Justin, an amused, soft look in his eyes. Justin wraps
his arms around Brian’s waist and pulls him tighter, pressing open-mouthed kisses
against Brian’s belly. He’s moving on your lap and it’s making you fight to
keep your hands still.
“I’m sure he does,” Brian murmurs, his eyes closing.
You lean back in the chair, trying to put some distance between your chest and
Justin’s back. Because if you don’t, you’re going to lean forward and… You don’t
let yourself finish the thought. You finish your drink instead.
“Justin…” you hear Brian’s whisper, his hand coming to the back of Justin’s
head. His touch is so intimate, so personal somehow. You doubt he holds everyone’s
head like that.
Your eyes don’t know where to look, but Justin’s head is moving alarmingly low
and Brian’s face is looking increasingly aroused, and fuck, you don’t know what
to do.
Justin makes a small sound and wiggles in your lap, grinding himself into your
cock. You look back up at Brian and his head is tipping back. Justin’s hands
leave the back of Brian’s body and tug at Brian’s pants, peeling fabric away.
You’re not sure if you’re ready for this, not at all. You look around, but then
Brian opens his eyes and looks at you. His face is flushed, his eyes dark, but
he sees the look on your face and takes note. He steps back, making Justin mewl
out a complaint.
“Here,” he says, pulling Justin with him to the bed. You shift in the chair,
grateful and disappointed at the same time.
“But I liked sitting on Dr. Troy’s lap, Brian,” Justin complains. Brian laughs,
bringing his hands to Justin’s face.
“I know,” is all Brian says, smiling. When he kisses Justin, you can’t look
away. Then Justin is crawling down his body, knees falling to the floor beside
the bed. Brian’s sitting, spread legs framing Justin’s ribs.
“Want you,” Justin whispers, his head dipping to Brian’s waist.
“Mmmm,” Brian answers, his hands guiding Justin’s head. “Want you to…”
You feel like a voyeur, watching them. Not just because they’re having sex,
but because there is something so intimate about the way they interact with
each other. Far more intimate than the nakedness or the sex. Intimate in an
emotional way, a deeply personal way. Some part of your mind wonders how many
others have seen this.
Brian’s moan pulls you out of your reverie, and you swallow as you watch Justin’s
face press into Brian’s pubic bone. You can’t see Brian’s cock, but by the look
on his face, you can only imagine what Justin’s doing to him. You adjust your
cock in your pants, and your hand lingers.
“Fuck, Justin,” Brian whispers, his hands holding the back of Justin’s head
softly. He’s still sitting, and Justin is kneeling between his legs. You watch
Justin’s back move as he bobs his head, making Brian gasp.
You move in your chair, trying to get comfortable. You hear Brian’s broken-off
breath as you see Justin’s head come up, turning to face you.
“Do it,” Justin says to you, looking over his shoulder. His mouth is red and
swollen and wet and you dig your fingers into the chair. He yanks off his sweater
while he’s talking to you.
“Wha…?” you have no idea what he means, but he’s kneeling on the floor and his
ass is right there, and you swallow slowly.
Justin looks from your face to your cock. “Touch yourself,” he tells you. “Please?”
Oh.
What the fuck.
Ok.
Your fingers open your pants slowly, moving your belt out of the way so you
can get at your cock. Justin’s still watching and Brian’s just sitting on the
bed, trying to catch his breath. Justin smiles brilliantly at you and turns
back to Brian. Their eyes meet and the look they exchange makes your chest hurt.
They keep smiling at each other as Justin lowers his head, Justin’s mouth opening
wider as he gets closer to Brian’s dick. You know he’s made contact when you
see Brian’s face go slack.
Your hand around your dick doesn’t feel like enough, but it’s good anyway. Really
good, actually. You stroke a little slower than you would if you were trying
to get off, since you want to make this last. Being the first to come here would
be embarrassing, to say the least.
Brian’s not loud, but he’s making small sounds of pleasure, more breaths than
anything else. Justin’s making more noise, his moans muffled and muted by the
cock in his mouth, but he’s clearly enjoying what he’s doing. You see Brian
shift his legs, turning them both slightly to side, giving you a better view.
A good enough view that it’s turned from soft-core-suggestive to hard-core detail.
Brian’s cock is red and wet, and you wince a little at the size of it. You look
at Justin’s small body and moan despite yourself at the thought of that dick
going in that ass. It must impale him. Fuck.
Justin smiles a little, and you’re pretty sure he heard you. He lifts his head
and looks at you, watching you as he sucks just the tip into his mouth, his
lips spread in a tight suction. You feel it in your own dick and close your
eyes for a second. When you open them, he’s licking slowly, his hand holding
Brian’s cock steady so he can maneuver his tongue. Brian’s watching Justin,
his legs sprawled wide, his head falling backwards as Justin mouths him.
Despite having had some pretty impressive sexual experiences, something in you
knows you’ve never had a blowjob like this. You watch his pink tongue move,
licking the head, lapping at the shaft, sucking Brian’s balls. He keeps looking
at you, which is making you stupidly horny. You know he isn’t likely to be thinking
about you while he’s sucking Brian’s dick, but his eyes keep smiling at you,
his tongue demonstrating its’ dexterity for what must be your benefit. Not that
Brian isn’t benefiting from it too, mind you.
You stroke your cock a little faster, a hit of pleasure shuddering through you
from your hand. Justin’s eyes flicker as he watches you, his sucking increasing
in both pace and vigor. Brian moans and you have to squeeze the head of your
cock to slow yourself down.
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Brian’s POV
God, Justin is more than you can take sometimes. Not that you don’t love it
anyway. He’s doing that thing with his tongue that makes you want to ram your
cock down his throat, but you know it’s in your best interest not to, since
it just gets better from here.
You look up, and Christian is watching Justin with building need. You chuckle
to yourself quietly, understanding that the combination of your hard cock and
Justin’s mouth around it would be too much for most people. Hell, it almost
kills you when you watch him blow you, and you’re pretty fucking used to it.
You smile inwardly at how easy it was for Justin to get him to pull out his
dick. You glance down at it, noticing that it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed
of. Not as good as yours, but not bad. Not bad at all. You watch him squeeze
it hard, then look at his face. He’s trying to pace himself, which makes you
grin.
Then Justin does something that should be illegal with his tongue and you groan,
your attention riveted back to him. Your hand finds its way into his hair, the
strands soft and clean in your fingers. It feels so fucking good you let yourself
drift away, get lost in it.
You hear Justin’s little moan and open your eyes. Well, well, well. If it isn’t
the good doctor, sliding across the floor on his knees, reaching for Justin.
Beat your estimate by at least ten minutes, if not more.
“Oh,” Justin murmurs around your cock, so you look down. The doc’s hands are
on his back, just barely touching. He’s searching Justin’s back greedily with
his eyes, his hands starting to stroke softly.
“God,” he says. “Your skin is so beautiful.”
Justin makes a purring sound on your dick as Christian touches him, your own
hands clenching in his hair from the sensation. You feel Justin moving, and
look to see him reaching back, pushing his jeans over his hips. Christian is
still petting his back reverently, his eyes flicking from Justin’s skin to your
cock. He shifts to give Justin room to push his pants to his knees, then his
nostrils flare when he looks back at Justin’s bare ass. You actually laugh out
loud, but stifle it quickly.
Justin resumes his full attention on your dick and you fight to keep your eyes
open. Christian is sitting back on his heels, his hand hovering at the base
of Justin’s spine. Justin isn’t looking at him, is just concentrating on you,
but you know he’s just giving the doc enough space to make up his own mind.
……………………….
Christian’s POV
God, his skin is almost flawless, and you can’t stop yourself from touching
it. Then he gets rid of his pants, exposing his ass to you and you feel like
you should be repulsed, should want to get up now, but you don’t. Justin’s not
looking at you, just concentrating on Brian’s cock.
And huh, who’d have thought that you’d be sitting here on the floor, a few inches
from this? You look at Brian’s face, and his eyes have closed. He’s breathing
heavily and rocking into Justin’s mouth. It shouldn’t be hot, really, but it
is. You know what it feels like, so watching another guy get off like this is
actually far hotter than you thought it might be. Your body is rooting for him,
following along with each moan, each hitch in his breath.
You keep trying NOT to look at what Justin’s actually doing, at the wet slide
of Brian’s cock, the hollow in Justin’s cheeks, the stretch of his lips. But
fuck…
You look away, trying to stop thinking about Justin’s mouth on your dick. So
you look at his back, his skin again. His skin which is now bare to his knees.
Your hand hovers over his spine, your fingers feathering softly. He arches when
you stroke softly, a happy moan from his mouth. Brian moans in response, the
vibrations making him feel the blowjob more intensely. Your cock kicks at the
chain reaction, and before you know it, you’re doing it again, your fingers
straying lower. Justin moans low in his throat and you have to hold your breath.
Your fingers touch the skin of his ass, tracing the curve of it, down to his
leg. He shifts under your hand, moving his hips in a slow circle, then letting
his knees spread wider. Your other hand goes to the other side of his ass, one
palm touching each cheek. You briefly think that you can’t actually be touching
another guy’s ass, but push the thought out of your head. Your cock tells your
mind to shut the fuck up and go with it. Besides, this guy has a really nice
ass. Doesn’t look like some you’ve seen, thank god.
You let your hands press harder, curling your fingers around the curves. Justin
moans again, and you squeeze. His hips move a little faster, writhing softly.
Your dick is telling you it knows exactly what to do, regardless of the gender
of the person in front of you. But you aren’t sure if you’re even allowed to
do this. Touch him, yes, but more? You look at Brian.
He opens his eyes, staring down at Justin’s face. His hand moves from Justin’s
hair to his cheek, fingers stroking gently. You watch his hand slide to Justin’s
chin, and you hear Justin’s moan before you see Brian’s hand grip him harder,
forcing his mouth wider. Justin’s hands reach for Brian’s ass, pulling him deeper.
There’s some kind of push-pull thing happening between them, and although it
appears that Brian is controlling this, you have to wonder whether that’s true.
It’s fucking hot, though.
Justin’s moaning around Brian’s cock, and Brian’s barely holding on to his sanity
as far as you can tell, but then he pushes on Justin’s shoulder.
“Stop.”
His voice is hoarse, and sounds rather unconvincing.
“Justin, stop,” he says again.
Justin pulls off, looking up at Brian. They don’t say anything, but something
is exchanged between them. Justin leans back on his heels, his back nestling
into your chest. You think about moving away, but he smells good and his hair
is soft against your shoulder.
“Mmmm,” Justin moves in front of you, rubbing himself back against you as he
shifts to sit between your legs. His small hands reach for yours, picking them
up and placing them on his thighs. Your cock is sitting in the open ‘v’ of your
pants, and when he moves, his bare lower back brushes it. You fight to keep
still. His skin is warm under your hands, and his hands reach behind him to
your hair. He turns in your arms, shifting until he’s sideways.
He looks at you intensely, and you watch his eyes fall to your mouth. You know
exactly what this is – you’ve been here more than a few times before, but some
part of you still doesn’t believe it’s happening.
You look at Brian, who’s watching you with an amused smile. He looks totally
debauched, sitting with his legs spread wide on the bed, his hair messed and
his face flushed, his cock angry and red and wet. You didn’t know you would
find it so attractive.
Your last thought before Justin kisses you is that you thought he was harmless.
…………………………
Brian’s POV
You watch Justin kiss him, watch his body go from stiff and unyielding to pliable
and responsive. He’s more the fool if he ever thought he could resist this.
Justin never gives up when he sets his sights on something.
You slide down the bed a little, idly stroking your cock while they kiss. Justin’s
rocking his hips in Christian’s lap, which is making Christian’s hands clench
on Justin’s back. You grin.
You kick your pants off as you stand up, noting that Justin’s are gone too.
But the good doc is still clothed, the open pants the only concession to his
involvement here. Someone should fix that. You close the distance between you,
going to your knees in front of them. They’re still kissing, but Justin moans
when he feels your hand on his side. You bring your lips to his ear and tell
him what to do, then move lower.
You pull his legs a little to the side, giving you more room as your head drops.
You hear his choked groan when you take him in your mouth, his cock surging
pre-come onto your tongue.
“Fuck,” you hear from above you, and smile to yourself when you realize it’s
Christian. You hear Justin murmuring to him, look up and see Justin undoing
his shirt. He groans when Justin starts kissing his chest. It doesn’t exactly
make you proud to watch him seduce someone else, but you feel a warm
glow.
You’re going slow, just letting Justin’s cock rest on your tongue, push against
the roof of your mouth. You’re not sucking hard, since he’d never be able to
concentrate on Christian if you were. His hand finds your hair, urging you to
take him deeper, and you humor him for a second. He moans loudly, his hand twisting
in your hair. You wait until he’s thrusting into your mouth, then you pull off,
grinning up at the look on his face. The frustration clears from his face and
he smiles back. You motion with your head, and he nods. Sometimes having someone
who can read your mind is a great thing, you think to yourself as you move away.
You watch him move on Christian’s lap, straddling Christian’s legs as he pushes
the doc backwards. Christian’s hands go to the floor behind him to brace himself,
but Justin’s nuzzling into his neck and petting his chest, so his hands only
hold him up for a second before he sinks back to his elbows. You hear him moan
when Justin spreads out on top of him.
Then Justin’s up on his knees over top of Christian, his hands pulling Christian’s
pants lower.
“Oh fuck,” you hear, so you look around and smile when you see Justin’s hand
closing over Christian’s cock. Christian’s face is conflicted, the desire plain
to see but worry still lingering there too. But Justin’s still kissing his chest
and neck, murmuring soft words and you watch Christian’s face relax into arousal
as Justin’s hand keeps working. There was no way he’d be able to stay stressed
with that hand working him. You should know.
You stop looking at Christian and you realize that Justin’s spread out in front
of you. There’s no way you’re ignoring that opportunity, so you crawl forward
and grab his hips. You pull them back, sliding him down Christian’s body, but
keeping him on his knees. He moans softly, looking over his shoulder at you
before he drops his head. Christian’s moan is loud in the room as Justin swallows
him, his hands hitting the rug with a thud. You pull Justin apart with your
hands, breathing him in before you start to lick. He shudders under your tongue
and groans, pushing back into your mouth.
“Oh Christ,” Christian moans, his eyes wide as he watches you start to rim Justin.
You maintain eye contact, smiling between licks as you hear Justin moan and
then see Christian’s face react to the vibrations on his dick.
Justin’s writhing under your mouth, slurping on Christian’s cock as you push
your tongue in deeper. You love doing this to him, making him mindless for you.
You think about fucking him now, while he has one cock in his mouth, but decide
to let this play out differently.
He groans loudly when your finger joins your tongue, then starts panting on
Christian’s cock when it’s two, then three. You sit up, your hand working in
his ass as he struggles to keep a rhythm on Christian’s dick. You watch Christian’s
face and see his eyes roll back in his head when Justin moves his head in a
small circle. He looks reasonably close.
“Stop, Justin,” you whisper, loud enough that they both hear you, but only Justin
seems to acknowledge it. He lifts his head and Christian groans, his hands scrabbling
for the back of Justin’s head to push him back down.
“Fuck,” Christian says, his breathing labored as he looks at both of you. Justin
turns to you and the intense need in his eyes takes your breath away.
…………………….
Christian’s POV
You don’t know why Justin stopped, but you’re biting your tongue to keep from
begging him to finish. God almighty, you had no idea that a man could suck cock
like that. If you’d known, you’d have been bi years ago.
You watch Brian pull Justin back into his arms, a long, passionate kiss starting
the moment Brian takes his fingers out of Justin’s ass. You bite back the disappointment
that Brian’s going to fuck him and that he interrupted your blowjob to do so,
but it’s not like you don’t understand. The way Justin moaned around those fingers
makes you ache to see what he’d be like with a cock inside him.
When you look up from your musing, they’re both looking at you. Justin stands
up as Brian helps him, moving over to the bed as you and Brian stay sitting
on the floor. Fuck, you’re horny. Your hand just isn’t going to feel like enough,
but you suspect that watching them fuck will be pretty hot.
You watch Justin climb onto the bed, positioning himself on his hands and knees.
His ass is raised, his legs wide. You try not to look there, but you
can’t help it. He’s stretched and glistening from the lube on Brian’s fingers
and your cock kicks at the sight.
Brian’s still sitting on the floor, but then he looks at you and stands up,
offering you his hand. You take it, standing beside him, not sure where he wants
you to go. Is this your cue to leave? You sure as hell hope not.
He puts his hands on your shoulders, then steers you over to the bed. His hard
cock brushes your ass as he stands behind you, making you shiver. Brian reaches
around you, his hand sliding over the curve of Justin’s ass, making Justin arch
into the touch. You fight to keep your breathing even, but then he picks up
your hand and repeats the motion on Justin’s ass.
Justin’s breathing hard too, and his hips are swaying. He’s watching the two
of you standing behind him, and his eyes are glazed. Brian says nothing, but
steps away for a second to grab a condom from the bed. You watch him rip open
the packet with his teeth, pulling out the small circle of latex. He smiles
as he steps back close to you, standing behind you again. Your eyes close at
the feel of his hard body pressing against you.
You jump when his hand closes around the shaft of your dick, then you gasp when
he places the rolled condom at the head. You look over your shoulder at him
as he starts to roll it down your cock, his fingers stroking you as he applies
it.
“Wha…?” you start to ask, but then you lose coherent thought when he picks up
the lube and starts to jerk you off as he smears it over the condom.
Your brain is trying to process but your dick is miles ahead, and you move with
Brian as he nudges you forward with his hips, his hand guiding your cock.
“Fuck,” is all you seem to be able to say as he rubs the head of your cock up
and down the crack of Justin’s ass. Justin moans, pushing back and you bring
your hands to his ass to steady yourself. Brian’s hips are pushing steadily
behind you, forcing you forward.
It feels too tight, like it won’t work, but you’ve fucked an ass or two in your
day. Just because they belonged to women doesn’t mean they’re that different.
You push forward, breaching the first ring of muscle and Justin holds himself
still. Brian’s body is a hard wall of heat behind you and his cock is like a
steel rod pressed into your lower back, his hands firm on your hips.
Your eyes close as you push forward again, Justin’s body adjusting to you. He
wriggles himself a bit, and you pause, but then he pushes back hard and takes
all of you. Your curse is loud in the room, and Brian laughs softly in your
ear. His hands are still holding your hips, your cock buried in the heat of
Justin’s body. Fuck.
“Feel good?” Brian whispers in your ear and you choke out a laugh. All you can
do is nod your head as Brian’s hands pull you out slowly. “He likes it hard,”
Brian licks your ear as he says it, eliciting a moan from Justin beneath you.
It definitely doesn’t feel like you to have someone helping you fuck someone
else, but then again, it doesn’t exactly feel like you to have a naked guy around
your cock and another pressed against your back, but you just go with it. You
don’t need Brian’s help, but if he needs to do this to make it ok for you to
fuck his lover, you can live with that. Christ, especially if it’s going to
be this tight, and this hot. You try not to moan but it’s impossible when Justin
squeezes around you.
“More,” he says, his voice thick. You feel Brian’s cock pulse behind you and
Brian’s hands start to speed up your thrusts.
You find your own rhythm and Justin seems to like it, judging by the sounds
he’s making. Brian’s hands are still on your hips, but now he’s not steering
so much as holding. Participating, you guess.
You don’t notice at first when his hands start to move, his thumbs rubbing your
hipbones before sliding around to your ass, holding you as you thrust. Your
legs are spread to give you leverage and keep you at the right height for fucking
Justin, and you’re damned if you’re going to move them just because Brian’s
hand seems to be moving…
Fuck. You jump when Brian’s hand cups your balls, fondling you as you fuck Justin.
You want to warn him not to push it, but you can’t seem to do anything other
than breathe hard. You feel his lips on your shoulder, then skimming down your
back. Your thrusts get shorter as his mouth keeps moving lower, your cock buried
deep as you pump shallowly. You can’t feel Brian’s body against you anymore,
only his mouth and hands, and they’re moving dangerously low. Some part of you
says you should stop it, but Justin’s meeting you thrust for thrust and you’re
too horny to even think about stopping.
When you feel his hands on your ass, and then his lips, you stop moving. Your
brain reasonably reminds you that you’ve been rimmed by women before, so why
is this any different? His lips feel pretty fucking soft, and although there’s
a slight edge of stubble on his cheeks, you can close your eyes and pretend
this doesn’t change anything about you. Pretend that you aren’t pushing back
into him, wanting to feel it.
You’re embarrassingly loud when his tongue makes contact, his chuckle warm against
your skin. You’ve all but stopped fucking Justin, only short, sharp thrusts
because you don’t want to lose contact with that mouth. Jesus. Your head starts
to spin and you wonder if you’re going to have a heart attack like this. How
fitting. The first time you want to have a guy in your ass and you die
before you get to enjoy it.
You moan a complaint when Brian pulls away, his lips skimming back up to your
neck, your ear. “Why’d you stop, doc?” he asks softly, his hands lining up your
hips and his cock nestling in the crack of your ass as he thrusts you both forward.
Justin moans, so Brian does it again, harder.
“Think you’re up for being in the middle?” His lips brush your ear as he asks,
his cock so hard and thick behind you that you swallow slowly. God help you,
you want it. Your nod is small, almost imperceptible. Maybe if he doesn’t notice…
But of course he notices. His warm laugh is gentle in your ear. Not mocking,
just pleased.
“You have no fucking idea how good you’re going to feel,” he whispers before
he reaches for a second condom. You fuck Justin slowly, trying to hold down
the intense heat building in your belly.
Brian’s fingers are gentle, one hand on your hip as the other rubs your perineum
and circles your hole. You flinch a little when he pushes softly, so he backs
off and rubs you some more. Justin isn’t pushing back too hard, just riding
you as you move. You look at him and he’s turned his head to watch. He smiles
at you, his eyes fluttering as you thrust into his body.
Then his eyes leave you, and you’re distracted by the finger pressing gently,
circling. Wet, blunt finger, just pushing a little, then a little more. You
look at Justin’s face again and he’s clearly looking at Brian over your shoulder.
And without turning your head you can tell Brian’s looking at him too. The air
between them feels thick, like there isn’t enough and what’s there is getting
sucked into the vortex of their connection. You push back onto Brian’s finger,
reminding him you’re still here. Then push into Justin and watch his eyes close
briefly.
The heat on your dick is intense, and then you feel Brian's finger bottom out,
and another join it. He's moving them in a wide circle, opening you, and you
tense once but then it's all good. The third is tight, burns a little, but your
cock is throbbing inside Justin and you close your eyes so you don't come yet.
Justin shifts so he's on one hand, the other coming to your hip, urging you
forward. You look down and see Brian's fingers entwine with his on your skin,
both sets of fingers gripping you tightly, but somehow making you feel like
you're not there. You feel a strange sympathy for all the nameless women you've
fucked, the ones looking at you with contempt and shredded self-respect as you
toss them meaningless platitudes on the way out the door.
Then Brian lines his cock up at your ass and you're jarred from any introspection
by the fear of pain, the desire for him to do this and a powerful disbelief
that you're actually doing this. When he pushes forward, one hand pressing
your shoulder forward, you try not to tense but your body rebels.
Then Justin does something with his hips and squeezes you in a way that makes
you shudder and Brian's half-way in. You don't know how that happened, but you
hold your breath when he shushes you, his mouth at your ear, his hips rocking
forward in a gentle rhythm. When his balls brush your ass you let the breath
out, stilling inside Justin. The whole room goes silent for a second, hanging
in suspended animation as both of them wait for you.
“Push,” Brian commands as he pulls out slowly, and your body responds, shoving
into Justin evenly. There's nothing to do but pull out again, your dick crying
for more, faster, and when you do Brian's cock meets you halfway, filling you
until you choke out a moan. His hands guide the next thrust the same way, you
moving into Justin as Brian moves out of you, then reversing the motion in a
way that makes your head spin.
“Jesus,” you hear, then realize it came from you.
........................
Brian's POV
The doc's picking it up pretty quickly, his rhythm matching yours without much
prodding. You hold Justin's hand against Christian's hip, and imagine it's his
ass you're fucking. His fingers squeeze yours and you forget everything around
you.
The pace picks up, and you hear Christian grunting every time you push into
him. Justin's fingers keep tightening on yours, and you can tell by the sounds
he's making that he wants to come. You know you need to get Christian there
before this is over, so you press Justin's fingers to signal him as you change
your angle. Christian swears and loses the rhythm for a minute, then picks it
up like a pro. You smile, both hands holding his hips as you fuck him in earnest.
He's matching you, thrusting into Justin just the way you're fucking him, and
Justin's moaning now.
Christian seems to be struggling to breathe, his body ricocheting between the
two of you. You'd prefer Justin were in the middle, letting him have the majority
of the pleasure, and you wonder if you'll be able to convince Christian to let
Justin fuck him while you fuck Justin. The thought makes you smile, and thrust
faster. Christian groans and Justin's starting to lose it. You wish you could
reach Justin's cock to jerk him off. The feel of him coming in your hand is
something you'll never get tired of.
“Oh god,” Christian moans, and Justin hiccups out a laugh.
“Someone come, please!” Justin begs, and the sound ripples through your
body like a tidal wave.
“You first, doc,” you grunt, biting down on his shoulder as he tenses around
your dick. That's all it takes, and you're flying, the sounds of rough and dirty
orgasms filling the room. You hear Justin's shout as you're pulsing inside the
condom and grin. Timing has always been one of your strengths.
..........................
Christian's POV
Jesus fucking christ.
You're not sure how you're still standing, but you think it might have something
to do with the ass supporting your dick on one side and the dick still huge
and hard in your ass on the other. You feel like you're tied on a clothesline.
A thick, wet clothesline that feels really fucking good.
Then Brian holds your hips and pulls out, a quick flash of pain before he's
gone. You hold still inside Justin for just a minute longer, then hang onto
the condom as you pull out carefully. Justin collapses into a heap on the bed
and you fall beside him. You don't put your arms around him, knowing that would
be crossing a line. You're never that much of a cuddler, but something sharp
twists in your gut when you realize it's not an option here, at least not for
you. When Brian climbs onto the bed on the other side of Justin, the sharpness
intensifies and settles in your stomach.
You watch them kiss slowly, languidly, hands trailing all over each other lazily.
Justin reaches back to you, his hand petting your stomach as you lay beside
them.
You stay a few minutes longer, waiting for your legs to work. When you haul
yourself off the bed they don't seem to notice, both bodies sprawled and content.
You take your time in the bathroom, washing your face and staring at yourself
in the mirror for long minutes.
You can hear them from the bathroom, talking in low voices, interspersed with
kisses. “More?” you hear Brian laugh. “Didn’t get enough fucking, Sunshine?”
You hear movement, rustling of the sheets. Justin’s voice makes you stop on
your way out the door.
“Mmmm. I got enough fucking.” You watch Justin stretch from your perch
in the doorway, seeing him bring his hand to Brian’s face, their eyes locked
as he smiles softly at Brian. “Now I want to be made love to.”
Brian doesn’t roll his eyes, or scoff, or make a sarcastic remark. He sort of…
smiles. Then kisses Justin. You figured a guy like him would blow off words
like that. Sex is sex, and Brian seems like the kind of guy who understands
that flowery words don’t make it into anything else. You watch him shift on
top of Justin, leaning up on his arms. You can just make out his words before
he kisses Justin again.
“Made love to, huh?” He drops his head for another slow kiss, then lifts up
again, smiling. “I can do that.”
You realize you’re standing in the doorway eavesdropping, so you clear your
throat and head back into the bedroom. You figure you’ll just get dressed and
go, as this whole evening ruminates around in your head. You need some time
to process this.
You need a drink.
But Justin smiles up at you and reaches out a hand, so you move over to the
bed, sitting down beside them. He pets your leg and shifts his head to rest
it beside your thigh. You run your fingers through his hair and he smiles, his
eyes closed. You’re not sure why they’re being so welcoming to you still, now
that the fucking’s over. You watch them, and see Justin’s eyes open. He looks
at Brian, then at you, his eyes far wiser than his years would seem to indicate.
He strokes the back of Brian’s hand softly, still looking at you. You can’t
help but smile.
“Wanna stay for round two, doc?” Brian asks, eyes flicking up to you as his
hand traces patterns on Justin’s arm.
You seriously consider it, but shake your head with a smile.
“I'd love to, but I have surgery in the morning.”
Brian nods at you, his smile indicating your answer was the right one. You marvel
at that, how it’s clear that he wants what he has with Justin more than he wants
sex. You wonder what it takes to find that.
As you get dressed you watch them on the bed, their bodies moving closer as
they kiss and touch, the pace picking up slowly. You realize with a start that
you want to watch them make love, not just watch them fuck, to see what the
difference looks like. But something in you knows that it's too personal, too
intimate. You know you need to leave while the getting's good. Somehow you feel
grateful for the experience and surprisingly thoughtful.
As you open the door, you hear Justin laugh and watch Brian swing up to straddle
him. You pause for a second, burning the image into your mind as they look at
each other, eyes intense and open wide, fingers entwining on the bed. Brian
turns to you, his smile turning to something more thoughtful as he looks at
you. “Good luck, Christian,” he says, and Justin smiles quick and brilliant,
nodding at you.
The pleasant goodbye fades as the door clicks behind you, Justin's laugh still
ringing in your ears. You’re left with a bitter taste in your mouth when you
realize that you’re standing there alone, the hall stretching empty and narrow
in front of you.
You wonder if there's plastic surgery for the heart.
Tell me what you don't like about yourself, Dr. Troy...
……………………….
The elevator doors close and you stand there alone, looking at your reflection
in the mirrored doors. You picture this elevator earlier, two beautiful men
standing with you. Putting you between them, letting you share what they have,
even if only for a few hours.
And you wonder. Wonder how they got there, how they have what they have. Whether
you’re brave enough to have the same.
You hope you are.
~fin~