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Michael smirked, using his grip in Gavin’s hair to pull him closer, both to get a better angle to kiss him and to knock him off balance. He grinned into the kiss at Gavin’s little squeak of shock, shuffling backwards so that he wasn’t in danger of sliding down the stairs, even if Gavin totally was. It probably hadn’t been a good idea to sit at the top of the stairs and wait for Gavin to come up- ambushing him was dangerous enough without trying to kiss him at the same time.
But then again, the danger was fun. (Not like living with five other dudes wasn’t dangerous enough already, especially when they were cooking.) He got to have Gavin kneeling a couple steps below where Michael was perched, caning his neck up to reach his mouth, and that was pretty fucking fantastic.
“Guys, really? On the stairs?” Geoff’s voice came from above him, and Michael tore himself away from Gavin to look up at him.
“Yeah, well-“ He began, cutting himself off when he saw Jack laughing from behind Geoff.
“Should I go get the hose?” Jack grinned as he pushed past Geoff and Michael to head down the stairs, giving Michael a pat on the shoulder and Gavin a quick kiss as he went by.
“Seriously, you might have to. Are you guys trying to bang on like, every surface in the house or what?”
“Well, I-“ Gavin paused, and Michael stared down at him, shaking his head and moving to stand up.
“What?” Michael frowned at Gavin, switching to grin at Geoff when he offered his hand to help him up.
“That’s not even a bad idea, you know.” Gavin said, his smile growing.
“Oh Jesus- this is gonna be good,” Geoff laughed, nudging at Gavin with a foot. “You have good ideas, you know that?”
“Yeah, it’s why you love me,”
“To be fair, it’s really just the nose,” Michael grinned, prodding at Gavin before hauling him up. “Come on, ideas need to be like, not on the stairs, idiot,”
They found Ryan in the kitchen, Gavin relieving him of the pancakes he was cooking and flopping down in his usual chair while Geoff buried his face in Michael’s neck and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I’m just saying- I’m way better at getting laid in weird places than you,” Michael shrugged, stuffing the last of his pancake in his mouth.
“Nah,”
“Nah?”
“You heard me- my sex life is way more exciting,”
Michael felt Geoff laughing into his shoulder, but fuck it- he would totally take the bait. “Fucking- you’re kidding me, right? Fine, I’ll take the bet- what’re the rules? And how much will I get when I win?”
“This should be good,” Ryan muttered quietly, turning away from his cooking to watch them.
“Should I be filming this?” Geoff hummed softly.
“Nah, we can just write it down, make sure Michael doesn’t back out-“
“Fuck you-”
“- and like, we should probably work out what counts as a ‘weird place’ too,”
“Not in public,” Michael decided, chewing on his lip, “or somewhere too dangerous,”
“We should make a list, of where counts and stuff,” Gavin tilted his head, standing up and starting to shuffle around the kitchen.
“Oh God, here we go,”
“I still think the shower shouldn’t be one of them. We’ve already banged in there like, a million times,” Michael shrugged, staring down at the poorly decorated sheet Gavin was holding up proudly.
“I don’t know man, it’s kinda adventurous, I guess- remember that one time, when you and Ryan dropped me?” Ray frowned, peering at the sheet from his spot in Ryan’s lap. He’d come downstairs about halfway through the list-making, and had had the genius idea to move from the kitchen to the living room where they were ‘less likely to set something on fire’.
“Well, to be fair, it was mostly Ryan’s fault,” Michael defended, biting back a smile when Ryan glared at him.
“It’s staying on, then- I’ve already written it down, anyway,” Gavin paused, grinning at Michael. “Would it be bad if we used the stickers from Go! for this?”
“Not if I get first pick of which type is mine,”
“Loser,” Ray interjected.
“Doubt you’ll be saying that when I’m fucking you like, in the backseat of a car,”
Of course, Jack walked in just after Michael shut his mouth, as if he was summoned by talk of fucking. It really wouldn’t surprise him if that was true. “Why in a car when we have like, a bed? That would look pretty fucking hot though,”
“It’s for a bet,” Geoff supplied helpfully.
“We may or may not be trying to see who can get laid in the weirdest places,” Gavin smirked. “And I’m totally going to win,”
“What, all of you?”
“Nah, just me and Gavin- well, you guys too, me and Gav fucking doesn’t really work if we’re competing against each other to, y’know, fuck,”
Jack shook his head, smiling and sinking down on the couch next to Geoff, who was absorbed in something on his laptop. “Sweet, I’m totally on board for that,”
“Yeah, I figured,”
Chapter 2
Summary:
Ray, Gavin, and the living room floor.
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Ray should have seen it coming. When he thought about it, it was pretty obvious that Gavin would go for him first, what with the way he kept blushing at him and conveniently staring off into space whenever Ray was talking. To be honest, he was pretty flattered, and it was clear that Gavin had fucking planned this or some shit.
“You know, you’re usually a lot less organised when it comes to bets,” Ray said into Gavin’s mouth, humming quietly and resting his hands on Gavin’s hips.
“Yeah, well,” Gavin grinned, pausing to kiss Ray again, nibbling on his lip before continuing, “Bets usually don’t get me off, so,”
“Fair enough. So, where are we doing this?”
“God, you don’t have to make it sound so bloody… clinical, or whatever,”
“Gavin, c’mon,”
“Fine- is the floor alright?”
“Only if I get to bottom, love it when you fuck me,”
Gavin made a soft noise at that, crowding closer into Ray’s space and running his hand through his hair, guiding him back into the kiss. Ray hummed in agreement before hooking one of his feet around Gavin’s ankle, tugging at it until he squeaked and tripped backwards, pulling Ray down with him.
“Ray! You didn’t actually have to knock me over, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, but I kinda did,” Ray grinned, kissing him again when Gavin looked like he was going to keep protesting. When Gavin started to kiss back, Ray very deliberately rolled his hips down against his.
“Shit,” Gavin panted, hands clutching at Ray’s ass through his jeans and pulling him closer.
“Yeah,” Ray agreed, shifting to mouth down Gavin’s neck, arms shuddering when Gavin rocked up against him before he gave up on holding himself up altogether, pausing to pull Gavin’s shirt up so that when he finally slumped down onto him he could run his hands up all that glorious skin.
“C’mon, too much clothes,” Gavin’s breathing was already pretty shaky, and Ray inwardly congratulated himself. Then he blinked and realised what Gavin had actually said, nipping at his neck for a second before rolling onto his side and reaching for Gavin’s jeans.
“God, how are you so good at everything,” Gavin laughed quietly, reaching to tug Ray’s shirt off once he’d gotten his pants unbuttoned and halfway down his thighs.
“Practice,” Ray deadpanned, “and like, not being born as an uncoordinated baby bird,”
“Fuck you,” Gavin’s voice hitched when Ray moved his hands back to palm him through his boxers, and he couldn’t hold back a self-indulgent smirk.
“Nah, it’s my turn,”
“Get your damn pants off then, prick,”
Ray grinned, shoving his jeans down and wriggling until they slid down his legs, kicking wildly until he was free. “Happy?” He tried to say, but it came out as more of an embarrassing yelp as Gavin shoved his hands into his boxers, brushing his fingers down Ray’s cock. “Cold hands, Jesus,”
Gavin hummed in response, tugging at Ray’s boxers until he rolled his eyes and slid them off too, reaching to remove Gavin’s at the same time as he licked into his mouth happily. “You look stupid with just a shirt on,” He panted into the kiss, laughing when Gavin shoved at him in mock annoyance.
“Shut up, prick,” Gavin shook his head as he struggled to take his shirt off.
“You’re even worse at this than I expected. It’s a shirt, Christ,” Ray shook his head when Gavin finally managed to free himself, cutting off Gavin’s retort with another kiss, more forceful this time as he pulled at his shoulders, hiding a grin at how easy it was to guide Gavin to lie on top of him.
Not reacting to the slight manhandling, Gavin rocked his hips down, and fuck, it was so much better without clothes in the way. Ray couldn’t resist looping a leg around Gavin’s back, digging his heel in to urge him down.
He let out a soft moan when Gavin kissed down his neck, head tilting back into the rough carpet as his hips jerked up into Gavin’s, desperately searching for some friction. Gavin chuckled softly into Ray’s shoulder, but he could feel the urgency in Gavin’s movements as he rocked his hips down one last time before the weight on Ray’s chest was gone, or at least, slightly lessened.
Ray frowned for a second, confused and missing the way Gavin felt pressed up close to his chest, before he realised that Gavin was reaching for his pants and pulling stuff out of it; he couldn’t see, but Ray knew it’d be lube and a condom. No matter how scatterbrained Gavin got, he was always weirdly prepared for sex. This boy was a fucking godsend.
Gavin pressed a quick kiss to Ray’s lips when he wriggled back on top of him, loudly popping the cap on the lube and slicking up his fingers, spilling some on Ray’s chest and making him flinch at the coldness.
“Why is everything cold? Texas in the summer shouldn’t- oh fuck,” Ray swore, hips rocking up into Gavin’s hands, which were stroking his cock slowly (too slowly) and teasing behind his balls. “C’mon, please,”
“Love it when you ask nicely,” Gavin grinned, dipping the tip of a finger inside him and starting to suck a mark into the base of Ray’s neck. Ray groaned softly in agreement, his eyes falling shut as his hips twitched up into Gavin’s hands, Gavin’s finger slipping further in him.
Ray didn’t get fucked all that often, which could be considered weird, what with the whole weird-ass-six-way-relationship thing they had going on, but it made total sense. With Michael being a total bottom, Ryan loving nothing more than wrapping around Ray and sinking onto his cock, the way Geoff would just up and fuck his mouth, and when it was more than just two or three of them they wouldn’t ever last long enough for anything requiring more coordination than messy blowjobs and desperate grinding.
But that only made it that much better when he finally did, all his nerves sparking as Gavin worked him open. He couldn’t help the quiet moans he knew he was making, especially when Gavin let out a tiny sound in response, twisting his- fingers, Ray had no idea when he’d worked up to two but damn it was good.
“Gavin, c’mon, don’t-“ Ray broke off to arch his back, head tossed back as he narrowly avoided biting his tongue off, because holy crap Gavin shouldn’t be allowed to do that with his fingers, no way. “Don’t tease, fuck,”
Gavin laughed quietly, moving from where he’d been panting into Ray’s neck to kiss him sloppily, letting his chest brush against Ray’s which really shouldn’t do anything for him, seriously- but there it was, the tiny kick in his stomach forcing out a moan at the feeling of Gavin pressing up against him, pressing him down into the carpet and forcing Ray to buck up into him with just a twitch of his stupid, stupid fingers.
“Yeah, okay,” Gavin breathed, planting a hand firmly on the carpet to prop himself up, slipping his fingers out of Ray and wiping them on his thigh. Ray rolled his eyes at him, watching Gavin roll on the condom before he choked on a moan as Gavin tugged his hips up, urging Ray to wrap his legs around him.
His cheek was pressed against the rough floor as Gavin started to ease in him, and Ray was barely able to gather the coordination to tilt his head into Gavin’s kiss, panting into his mouth and moaning loud when he nipped at his lower lip. Fuck, the stretch was insane. Ray felt like he was on fire, his body set alight everywhere Gavin was touching him in the best possible way.
Tightening his legs around Gavin, Ray urged him on, one hand limply going to clutch at his hair as his back arched helplessly, every other breath punctuated with a groan. Gavin didn’t seem to be doing much better, tilting his head into Ray’s hand and moaning softly, almost brokenly as he slammed into Ray.
Ray knew he was probably clutching too tight to Gavin’s hair, but he just couldn’t help it, not when every single thrust changed how he was sprawled on the carpet, creating a weird kind of friction that would hurt later, but right then it just felt like Gavin was everywhere, surrounding him and sparking sensations through his entire body.
He tried to open his mouth to say something, what exactly, he didn’t know, but all that came out was a jagged moan, one that felt almost ripped out of his chest. Gavin groaned in response, loud enough that Ray could tell he was just as out of it as he was, loud enough, apparently, to be heard from the rest of the house.
Ray blinked blearily, eyes focusing just long enough to recognise Jack grinning from the doorway before they snapped shut again as Gavin rocked deeper into him. “This is fucking sweet,”
“Fuck,” Gavin gasped in agreement, bending to kiss Ray again, though this time it was less of a kiss, and more of them exchanging open-mouthed groans while Jack, presumably, watched.
By the time Gavin’s movements started becoming more erratic, Ray was moaning with practically every breath, hips rocking up to meet Gavin’s, just managing to get the angle that made Ray’s whole body jerk and stars explode behind his eyelids on every couple of thrusts.
“Ray, oh God, Ray,” Gavin mouthed at his shoulder, teeth grazing across the skin as he moved a hand down to touch Ray’s cock, stroking it a few times and oh shit, Ray was so close, he could hardly breathe, hardly think, totally trapped between Gavin’s hand, his cock, the carpet that was rubbing his back raw.
He managed to choke out a curse that was more a groan than anything else, and then Ray was coming, body bucking upwards as he shuddered through it, dimly aware of Gavin moaning and swearing above him.
Ray let out a tiny whimper when Gavin slid out of him, the loss just enough to force his eyes back open enough that he could see Gavin’s face as he kneeled over him, jerking himself rough and fast. “Yeah, c’mon Gav, fuck,”
“Holy shit, you guys look fucking- way too hot, Jesus,” Jack said appreciatively, causing a tiny smile to flicker across Gavin’s face before he came, collapsing onto Ray and almost crushing his lungs with an elbow. Ray didn’t move him off, though, content to run his hands through Gavin’s hair, down his back, until they had both caught their breath and he could drag him in for a kiss.
“That was awesome,” Gavin grinned, smiling and leaning up towards Jack for a kiss when he moved closer.
“Fucking seriously,” Jack agreed, ducking to kiss Ray too, oddly sweet considering he’d just watched both him and Gavin lose it all over the living room floor.
“You’re telling me, Jesus,” Ray laughed, wincing slightly when he tried to sit up. “Don’t tell me, I have some major carpet burns,”
Gavin bit his lip, sitting back and shrugging at him, though still not quite moving away. “Oops?” He offered weakly.
“Fucking oops, go fuck yourself.”
“I’d rather fuck you,”
“Yeah, me too,”
Chapter 3
Summary:
Michael, Jack, and the kitchen counter.
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Michael grinned, pressing Jack against the kitchen counter. “You know, I could really use some help evening the score, and you’re already hard,”
“Yeah, well, it’s kinda hard not to be, you have no idea what kind of show I just got,” Jack tilted his head, one hand finding its way to rest on the small of Michael’s back.
“Uh, judging by the state Ray’s in, I think we can guess,” Ryan offered from the couch, turning Ray around in his lap when Michael turned to look so that he could see the lines along his back from the carpet. Fucking ouch.
“Still, it’s my turn,” Michael shrugged, pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s shoulder.
“Kitchen counter then? Gavin’s gonna be pissed that he missed this,” Jack smiled, tangling his fingers in Michael’s hair to pull him close enough to kiss him properly, tugging slightly to get a better angle.
“Geoff’s fault, not mine,” He mumbled into Jack’s mouth, crowding Jack further against the edge of the countertop. Michael trailed a hand down his side, fingers working to grab the hem of his shirt and tug it up, biting on Jack’s lip when he hummed in response to the way Michael dragged his hands up the bare skin.
Letting out a tiny laugh at the way Jack blinked like he’d just woken up, Michael pulled back and tugged first his own, then Jack’s shirt off, catching Ryan’s eye before tossing them towards him. He bit his lip happily when Ryan smiled warmly at him, pausing to take his glasses off and giving Jack a quick kiss before he stepped away, setting them down by the microwave where they would be safe.
As soon as he was close enough again, Michael wrapped his hands around Jack’s hips, dropping to his knees and pressing his face into Jack’s skin, licking a line across the skin just above his jeans. Jack made a choked noise above him, and Michael buried his grin in his stomach, taking a moment just to enjoy the way he felt.
“You’re so weird,” Jack murmured, and Michael leaned back, laughing.
“Yeah, well- I’m also gonna suck your dick, so.” He shrugged, using his grips on Jack’s hips to guide him to sit on the counter and leaning in to brush his lips against the stupidly obvious bulge in Jack’s pants. Jack’s breath hitched in response, a familiar noise that felt almost like coming home.
“You guys suck- how are you both still wearing pants?” Ray called out, a not so subtle reminder that they were totally being watched. Michael smirked in response, even though he knew Ray couldn’t see his face, shuffling forwards on his knees and fiddling with the button of Jack’s jeans.
“Not everyone’s a sex-crazed maniac, Ray,” Michael said as he tugged Jack’s jeans and boxers down to his thighs in one swift, overly practiced movement.
“Hurry the fuck up, you maniac,” Jack gasped, hips twitching when Michael let his breath ghost over his cock. He considered making some snarky comeback, but decided against it, because damn Jack looked good like that, mostly naked and flushed bright red, curling over Michael and gasping down at him.
Michael stared straight into Jack’s eyes when he licked up his cock, knowing that it always drove him mad, being proved right when Jack let out a groan, his hands finding their way to Michael’s hair and tugging him forwards.
“Yeah, yeah, I get the hint,” Michael rolled his eyes, wrapping a hand around Jack’s cock and holding it steady so he could lick him again. Jack moaned happily and Michael hummed in response, ducking his head to take him into his mouth properly. The way the fingers in his hair tightened was pretty fucking awesome, so he sank down further, bracing a hand on the counter to make the movement easier.
Michael fucking loved sucking cock, and the noises that Jack was making were fucking fantastic, encouraging him to pick up a rhythm and do that fluttery thing with his tongue that everyone really seemed to like.
He pulled back when his jaw started to twinge, blinking up at Jack, unable to hide his smile. “Okay, you can like, fuck my mouth now,”
Jack groaned, his fingers tightening in Michael’s hair and pulling him back to his cock. He must’ve been been waiting for Michael to give permission like he always did, because straight away his hips were jerking up into Michael’s mouth, making it impossible for him to hold back a muffled moan.
Michael could probably come from just this, fucking lose it without his pants ever coming off- hell, it had happened before.
He clutched at Jack’s hip, pulling him closer desperately and groaning when he tugged sharply on Michael’s hair. When one of Jack’s hands left his hair he whined low in his throat, only to slump forwards happily when Jack tangled their hands together, squeezing far too gently for a guy with his dick down Michael’s fucking throat.
God, he fucking loved this, the growing ache in his knees and the throb in his dick, the way Jack was rocking relentlessly into his mouth, and Michael let out a drawn out groan, tilting his head slightly to get a better angle.
“Shit, Michael,” Jack gasped, and Michael just couldn’t resist bringing a hand down to squeeze at his cock at the sound of his fucking voice. God, he sounded so wrecked, so fucking hot, and Michael was never, could never get tired of Jack falling apart above him, the slick slide of his cock in his mouth, the hands squeezing his fingers and guiding his head.
Somewhere in the haze of Jack thrusting into his mouth, fingers tugging him down, the moans and hissed curses, Michael came, grinding into his palm and moaning around Jack’s cock. His shoulders curled forwards with the force of it, knees aching as he arched forwards until his knuckles grazed the counter.
It only took a few more seconds for Jack to come too, pulling Michael close and spilling down his throat with a delicious moan. Michael pulled off, panting into Jack’s thigh for a second, the bunched up fabric of his half-removed jeans pressing against his throat, before he staggered upwards, hands flying to Jack’s shoulder to steady himself as he kissed him, deep and slow and sloppy with Jack’s beard scratching his face familiarly.
A loud clapping noise came from behind them, and Michael turned around blearily, making out a fuzzy Ray applauding them from his perch in Ryan’s lap.
“Jesus,” He slurred, knees wobbling slightly.
“So, Ryan- out of ten, what’d you give it?”
“I’m gonna go with… nine and a half- because Michael coming in his pants was fantastic,”
“Eh, I don’t know- it was a pretty good show and all, but a total flop in the whole nakedness area,”
“Oh, fuck you guys,” Jack laughed, pulling Michael in for another kiss.
Chapter 4
Summary:
Gavin, Geoff, and the goddamn hammock.
Notes:
A couple of people asked for geovin so I... yep. \o/
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Geoff pressed a kiss to Gavin’s cheek when he grumbled and wriggled closer, dangerously rocking the hammock that was seriously too small for two people, even if one of them was Gavin. Especially if one of them was Gavin.
He took a swig from his beer, frowning sadly when he realised it was empty. “Fuck, need more bevs,”
“Can’t reach the cooler without falling out,” Gavin shrugged, loosely looping an arm around Geoff’s waist and pressing up close to him, “and I’d rather just stay here with you.”
“Yeah, I’ll believe that with how much you complained about going to the store with me earlier,” Geoff laughed quietly, snuggling against Gavin and reaching to gently drop his empty bottle onto the ground.
“Shut up, you prick, I’m trying to be nice,” Gavin huffed, glaring at Geoff. “And before you say it- it has nothing to do with trying to get in your pants,”
“Gavin,” Geoff shook his head, reaching to pull him in for a sloppy kiss. “You’re always trying to get in my pants, remember?” Geoff remembered, all too clearly, when a stupidly drunk Gavin had fallen into his lap and told him that, breathing into his neck for ages before he eventually fell asleep. Fucking Gavin.
“Oh shut up,” Gavin laughed, kissing Geoff back lazily. “You’re not allowed to do that,”
“What, bring up shit you’ve said? Cause boy, I hate to break it to you, but that’s always gonna happen,”
Gavin grumbled in response, sliding his hand down to squeeze Geoff’s ass, which totally didn’t make him squeak.
“Fuck, already? You fucked Ray like, three hours ago,” Geoff rolled his eyes when Gavin rocked his hips forwards, sloppily kissing a spot on Geoff’s neck.
“Yeah, but this is a competition Geoff. A competition to get me epically laid,” Gavin explained, humming softly as he nuzzled the crook of Geoff’s neck.
“Still can’t believe you slipped the fucking hammock into the list, though,”
Snorting in quiet laughter, Gavin slurred, “I’ll slip you into the list,” before curling closer to Geoff in a fit of giggles.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” Geoff stared at Gavin, before shrugging and reaching for the button to his jeans. “And stop laughing or I won’t let you come, like, ever,”
Gavin gasped slightly when Geoff got his pants open, hips rocking into his touch, and Geoff spared a hand to tilt his jaw up so he could kiss him again. Kissing Gavin was like sunshine, hot and sweet and bizarrely gentle, though there was no way he’d tell him that, like, ever.
He was never going to get enough of this.
Humming softly into his mouth when Gavin clutched at his hip and fumbled with his pants, Geoff palmed Gavin’s cock through his underwear, breaking the kiss to grin at the tiny noise Gavin made in response. “You know, I love it when someone else has already got their hands on you- you get cuter with each orgasm,”
“Screw you, Geoffrey,” Gavin blushed, ducking his head to mouth at his shoulder when Geoff finally started to stroke slowly him. “Shit,”
“Yep,” Geoff grinned, keeping his movements slow and lazy. His breath hitched when Gavin finally got him out of his jeans, one hand coming up to wrap around his back and pull him closer. The whole fucking hammock creaked and wobbled alarmingly when Gavin shuffled closer, Geoff’s hand twisting in his shirt in shock.
“Fuck, I take it back- you have the worst fucking ideas,”
“No take-backs with your cock out, that’s just silly,” Gavin grinned, his hand speeding up on Geoff’s cock, and okay, he could deal with that. His breath hitched when Gavin twisted his hand, and Geoff fumbled to speed up his own movements, not quite sure when Gavin had gotten more coordinated than him. It was probably the beer.
“Fuck, Gavin,” Geoff panted, his hips rocking up into Gavin’s hand and knocking his own hand slightly out of rhythm.
Gavin hummed, his breathing unsteady but still far too composed. Biting back a smirk, Geoff pressed a kiss to his lips and knocked his hand out of the way, guiding it to cup his ass when Geoff drove his hips into Gavin’s, the movement starting deliberate and controlled but almost instantly switching to sloppy and needy when Gavin gasped and dragged Geoff closer, a shudder running through his body.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Geoff laughed quietly, smiling when Gavin giggled back and rocked against him again. It was probably mostly the alcohol, but shit, the slide of his cock against Gavin’s was fucking crazy, hot and slick and just right. Between the hot breath on his neck and the arms clutching at his back, Geoff was really starting to lose where he ended and Gavin began. That, at least, was easy to blame on the bevs.
When Geoff started to get close, which really, really wasn’t long at all, Gavin kissed him quickly, nipping at his lower lip before pulling away, eyes blown wide and dark. “Shit, Geoff- wait, need like, someone else here to prove that we didn’t-“ he gasped, his hips jolting into Geoff’s and his fingers clutching at his ass, “-didn’t lie about this, I need to grab my phone, ohfuck,”
“I am not-“ Geoff panted, mouthing at Gavin’s neck for a second, “going to wait for you to sort a stupid bet out, shit, shit, Gavin,” He groaned, clutching Gavin close to him and messily kissing Gavin back as he came, despite the hammock’s truly terrifying creaking and swaying.
“Fuck, Geoff- Geoff, damn it-” Gavin breathed, unable to hold back a tiny moan when Geoff regained control of his limbs and started jerking his cock. “Really should- this is way too- bollocks,”
“How are you even still talking?” Geoff frowned, speeding his hand up and ducking his head to nip at Gavin’s neck, making sure to bite one of the fading marks on his skin. Probably one of Ryan’s- he had a thing for that spot on his neck.
Gavin made a garbled noise in an honestly shitty attempt to make words, but still one that answered Geoff’s question pretty well.
“C’mon boy, before the whole damn hammock breaks,” Geoff pressed his grin into Gavin’s skin, tightening his grip when Gavin’s hips jolted.
“Shit, Geoff,” Gavin groaned, clutching at his shoulder and moaning deliciously when he came- but Geoff hardly had any time to enjoy it, because holy fuck, out of nowhere gravity was shifting and then he was sprawled on the ground, half on top of Gavin, who was blinking owlishly in shock.
“Did that just…” Geoff stared at Gavin, then up at the now unoccupied hammock still swinging above them. After a moment, he burst into laughter, probably elbowing Gavin in the stomach in the process. “You just fucking- knocked us out of the- because you-“
“I’ve got dirt on my ass,” Gavin whined, which really didn’t help him stop laughing, though it did encourage him to roll off Gavin, kneeling so he could pull his pants up while narrowly avoiding being hit in the head by the goddamn hammock.
“I’ve got jizz on my hand, so shut up,”
“Geoff,” Gavin pouted, and Geoff took pity on him and helped him up, deliberately wiping his hand on Gavin’s shirt in the process. “Geoff, why,”
“You made us fall out of the hammock, asshole,”
“Well, technically, it was your fault-“
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Geoff leaned in to kiss him, still laughing quietly. “Jesus,”
Chapter 5
Summary:
Michael, Ryan, and a desk chair.
Notes:
Thanks to tfw_ftw for the prompt on this one!
Chapter Text
Michael grinned when he saw that Ryan was sat in their little office by himself, nudging the door shut behind him as he crossed the cluttered room to swing himself up onto Ryan’s desk. “Hey, Ryan,”
“Shit,” Ryan smiled back at him, pausing to take his headphones off and drop them on the desk a little way away from Michael before he wrapped one hand around his hip. “Is this going where I think it’s going?”
“Oh yeah,” Michael grinned, tangling his hands in Ryan’s hair and holding him still while he leaned in for a kiss.
“Took you long enough- I seem to be last, huh?” He tilted his head up, meeting Michael’s eyes.
“Saving the best till last, you know how it is- and trust me, I can make it up to you,”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Ryan smirked, the expression on his face reminding Michael of that one time when Ryan had pinned him to the bed and kept him on the edge for what felt like hours, and when he’d fucking finally let him come it had been with a moan that felt more like a sob than anything else and-
And he was getting distracted. There was a goal here. “Fuck you, Ryan,” Michael shook his head, reaching to tug at the hem of his shirt.
Ryan helped him tug it off, depositing his shirt on the floor behind him and reaching for Michael’s next. “Not wasting any time, then?” Biting his lip and smiling, Michael batted Ryan’s hands away before pulling his own shirt off, breath hitching when Ryan’s hands slid up his chest.
“Jesus,”
“Yeah, I’m here,”
“Oh my god,” Michael burst out into laughter, half slipping off Ryan’s desk and onto his lap, bracing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from sliding further. “Holy shit, man- you can’t just do that,” He snorted, poking Ryan in the stomach.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I fucking said so, asshole- c’mon, get your fucking pants off,” Michael leaned in, smiling and pecking Ryan on the lips quickly to encourage him.
“You could be nice about it,” Ryan grumbled, shoving his pants down to his thighs and glancing up at Michael. “You’re in the way, too,”
“I’ll show you in the fucking way,” Michael grinned, pushing back on Ryan’s shoulder to brace himself as he worked his own pants open. Diving a hand into his pockets, he pulled out the condom he’d grabbed earlier and handed it to Ryan. “Here- you have lube, right? Yeah, of course you do.”
Ryan chuckled quietly, setting the condom on the desk beside Michael and rummaging around behind him for a moment, before leaning back and wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist happily.
“You’re a fucking softie, you know that?” Michael grinned, wriggling so that he could ditch his pants before he slid all the way into Ryan’s lap.
Ryan hummed appreciatively in response, one hand skating up his back to steady him when Michael wobbled slightly. The chair wasn’t exactly built for two, and Michael’s legs were at a really awkward angle where they were draped over the arms of the thing, but when he rocked his hips down Ryan groaned quietly, leaning in to kiss him.
“Hang on,” Ryan pulled back, reaching to his left and struggling to keep them both from tipping over. “Gavin said something about independent verification, right?”
“Yeah?” Michael tilted his head in confusion.
“Give me a sec, gonna get Jack’s webcam going, should be a good enough angle,” Ryan frowned at the computer, barely managing to reach the keyboard. “Knew being in the corner would come in handy,”
“You’re fucking awesome,” Michael grinned, watching as Ryan worked and giving a little wave when the screen flashed to show it was recording.
“I know,”
Michael shoved at Ryan’s shoulder, gasping when his hips stuttered into Ryan’s by accident. Ryan chuckled at him, guiding him in for a kiss, soft and drawn out. Michael nipped at his lip after a minute, pulling back and rummaging around behind him until his fingers brushed the bottle of lube and the condom next to it.
“C’mon, I’m basically ready already,” Michael ducked his head when Ryan raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his blush.
“You are?”
“I couldn’t help it, okay? I was in the shower, and like,” Michael paused, staring at Ryan. “I’d have called you in there, but that didn’t exactly go well last time,”
Ryan snorted. “Yeah, that was probably a good idea- not the-“ He paused, gesturing vaguely, though Michael knew exactly what he was referring to. Him and Ryan in the shower kind of tended to be a total disaster. “-but like, the rest. You know what I mean,”
“Yeah, I do,” Michael smiled, nudging his face into Ryan’s neck. “Shut up and fuck me,”
“Yes, my liege,” Ryan smirked, ducking out of the way when Michael tried to smack him in the face. “Okay, okay, yeah,”
“I’m not even king anymore- oh my god you’re lame,” Michael grinned, shoving his handful of stuff at Ryan again. “Seriously though,”
Ryan rolled his eyes, pressing the bottle of lube back into Michael’s hand while he ripped the packet open, his breath hitching noticeably when Michael reached to stroke his cock, claiming the condom and rolling it on him.
“Shit, Michael,” Ryan hissed as Michael lubed his cock up, hips twitching up into his hand.
“Now is not the time for poop talk, Ryan,” Michael smirked, tossing the bottle and the condom wrapper behind him carelessly. Ryan burst into laughter at that, hands coming up to grab at Michael’s shoulder and waist, pulling him close.
The chair squeaked in protest as Michael shifted, again steadying himself by clutching at Ryan as he lowered himself down onto his dick, gasping when Ryan kissed him again. “Fuck,” Michael panted, one hand clutching at Ryan’s hair to keep him close. “Okay, okay-”
He ducked in to kiss Ryan quickly before breathily beginning to move, just rocking his hips down, unable to get any real leverage in this position. Thankfully, Ryan used his grip on Michael’s hips to help, and fuck, that felt good.
“Christ, Michael-” Ryan gasped, tilting his head into his hand, and Michael smiled, tugging on his hair until Ryan moaned freely, pulling Michael down so he could grind deeper into him. He bit back a groan, tugging on Ryan’s hair until he could bite down his neck, breathing shaky and uneven.
“Fuck, Ryan, you feel so fucking-” Michael babbled into his neck, cutting himself off with a low moan when they got the angle just right. Shit, this was fucking awesome, and Ryan hadn’t even managed to get his pants all the way off and the chair was digging into his legs in a weird way but Michael didn’t care. This was fucking awesome, and this bet was probably the best fucking idea ever, because holy fucking shit.
“Yeah,” Ryan gasped in agreement, his fingers tightening on Michael’s hips almost, but not quite, to the point of bruising. Michael tilted his head and started sucking a row of marks down Ryan’s neck, smirking when he got all of the spots that drove him mad, pulling his hair when he was rewarded with a drawn out moan.
“Fuck, Ryan- not gonna come already, are you?” Michael laughed, mouthing up his neck and kissing his jaw.
“I- I’ll make it up to you?”
“You fucking better,” Michael grinned, tilting Ryan’s head down so he could lick inside his mouth, biting at his lips and rocking his hips down even harder, earning him another fucking awesome groan.
“Shit, shit, Michael-” Ryan moaned, panting into his mouth. Michael hummed encouragingly, tightening his grip in his hair, and then yeah, Ryan was coming with a moan, almost knocking them both out of the chair.
Michael gave him a moment, smugly watching as Ryan gasped and held him closer, before leaning back and opening his mouth. “So- my turn?” He bit back a giggle at the worn out look on Ryan’s face, completely failing to hold back a squeak when Ryan surged forwards, attacking his mouth and using his grip on his hips to shove Michael back until he was propped against the desk.
“Holy fuck, Ryan,” Michael laughed, the sound turning into a moan when he shoved his leg back against his chest, slipping two fingers that were suddenly covered in lube inside him. “Shit,”
“I did say I’d make it up to you,” Ryan grinned, leaning over Michael to kiss him roughly as he slid another finger in, and Michael was so fucking gone. He arched his back towards Ryan, moaning when a hand brushed his cock and again when Ryan crooked his fingers inside him.
“Remind me to- fuck- get you to owe me more favours, oh my God,” Michael said breathily, barely able to get the words out. He was glad he did manage, though, because it got Ryan to smirk in that way that always turned his insides to jelly, and Michael would have told him that too, except for how he was groaning far too loud because holy shit whatever Ryan was doing with his fingers was fucking awesome.
“God, Michael, you have no idea how you look right now,” Ryan murmured into his ear, and Michael whined, hips jerking up into his hand. Biting his lip, Ryan squeezed his cock, and then Michael followed him over the edge, body bucking as he came, sending stuff clattering to the floor all around him.
When he could fucking think again, Michael reached to pull Ryan into another kiss, pulling back and grinning. “Hey, at least we got it on camera,”
“Wait- what?” Ryan frowned.
“You know, what you said a second ago? I can find out, with an audience too,”
“Michael,” Ryan smiled down at him, shaking his head.
“Yeah?”
“You’re an adorable little shit.”
Chapter 6
Summary:
Gavin, Jack, and the coffee table.
Chapter Text
“Holy shit, Gavin- why am I on the coffee table?” Jack said, wriggling around until he could reach the TV remote from where it was digging into his back and setting his controller down next to it, figuring that Gavin wasn’t done yet with whatever he was doing.
“Because you need to stop beating me in games,” Gavin explained, leaning forwards and pressing more of his weight onto Jack’s shoulders.
“Okay, but like, why am I on the coffee table?”
Gavin laughed, smirking at Jack. “I’m going to convince you to stop being so good at stuff. Also, it’s on the list,”
Jack’s eyes widened and he stopped struggling against the hands that were hands pinning his shoulders down. Fuck, he really hadn’t expected that- he’d been far too absorbed in stabbing Gavin’s character to death multiple times. “Are you even sure that it can hold like, both of us?”
“Yep,” Gavin grinned, bending down to kiss Jack, warm and insistent like he was trying to convince him that this was a good idea with his mouth. It did work pretty well, though.
“Okay,” Jack sighed, smiling slightly and stretching to kiss Gavin quickly on the lips. “Okay, what’s the plan?
“I figured-“ Gavin paused, leaning back and relinquishing his hold on Jack’s arms. “that- oh, for God’s sake, help me out of these pants?”
Laughing, Jack reached for Gavin’s hips, knocking his hands out of the way to help him pull his jeans down. “Are these even yours? There is no way anything should be this tight.”
“No?” Gavin said, shrugging. “I just like the way they make my ass look, that’s all,”
“They are nice, yeah.” Jack squeezed Gavin’s hip, catching his eye before glaring at the stupid pants, grumbling and tugging on them harder. “I’d just prefer it if it were easier to get your ass out of them,”
Gavin laughed, loud and free (Jack mentally high fived himself for that one) and he leaned back, bracing one hand on Jack’s knee and tilting his hips up to help Jack pull his jeans down past his thighs. He scrabbled around for a moment in a way that was both an uncoordinated mess and weirdly stunning, because somehow he managed to get them all the way off.
“Sometimes, I’m not sure you’re even human,” Jack mumbled, half to himself.
“What, because I’m such a bloody angel?” Gavin said, leering down at Jack and lazily palming himself. Jack noticed that he’d taken the boxers off too, and knew he was blushing.
“Yeah, that’s it, I’m sure.”
“Knew it.” Gavin grinned, sliding his hand up under Jack’s shirt and sending shivers along his spine.
“Shut up,” Jack said, shaking his head and pulling his shirt off for Gavin, grinning and hitting him in the face with it, earning him an annoyed squeak before he dropped it on the floor.
Gavin tilted his head at Jack, one hand coming down to cup his jaw, his smirk weirdly tender for a moment before reverting back to his usual mischief. “Well, if you’re gonna be like that-“ He grinned, arching his back and trailing his hand down to press down on Jack’s chest.
“What’re you-“ Jack began, cutting himself off with a choked noise when he realised what Gavin was doing, his hands coming up to clutch at his hips when Gavin began to stroke himself, humming softly and making a show out of it. “Shit,” he murmured appreciatively.
“Yeah,” Gavin grinned, rocking his hips into his hand and letting his nails bite into Jack’s skin for a moment. Jack stared up at him, heat rushing to his face.
“You’re seriously fucking jerking off on top of me?”
“Well, yeah- you’re hot.” Gavin shrugged, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. He arched his back, twisting his hand on his cock with a cut off moan. Jack shook his head, running his thumb along the line of Gavin’s hip.
It was far too easy for him to get totally absorbed in watching Gavin. His whole world narrowed down to the jagged intakes of breath, the tension in his shoulders, the movement of his hand on his cock…
So it totally wasn’t Jack’s fault when it took him a moment to realise what was going on when Gavin nudged his side with one knee and said, “You can reach your phone, right?”
“Yeah, what for?”
“Put those photography skills to use, would you?”
“I have photography skills?”
“Your cats reckon you do.”
“Fair enough- hold on a sec.” Jack bit his tongue in concentration, trying to get an angle that could capture the pure glory that was Gavin right then. “There we go- think I could get away with setting this as my background?” Jack smiled, turning the phone around so Gavin could see the screen. For a second, he considered handing it to him, but with another look at the way Gavin was gasping and shaking on top of him, still stroking his cock, Jack decided that would be a bad idea.
“Send it to everyone, Geoff should be able to give us a verdict.” Gavin grinned, his voice rising and hitching every couple of breaths, but otherwise his composure was pretty impressive.
“God, you look good. Okay- okay, I’m sending it, Jesus.” Jack hurried when Gavin glared down at him, knocking his hand out of the way when he flailed for the phone. Goddamn impatient prick, he should be used to everyone getting distracted by him by now.
A second after the image sent, Jack heard Geoff’s phone go off from somewhere inside the house. Jack figured he was still playing games on his phone in the bathroom, like he had been last time Jack saw him.
His attention was brought back to Gavin when he laughed and leaned forwards, placing more of his weight on Jack’s chest and making it almost impossible for him not to run his hands up his back. That explained why he almost didn’t notice when Geoff padded into the room, chuckling and shaking his head.
“Cute.” Geoff said, running his fingers through Gavin’s hair and nodding at Jack.
“Thanks,” Jack smiled, his hands sliding back down to rest on Gavin’s hips.
“What- am I not cute too?”
“Nope.”
“Nah, you’re just an asshole.” Geoff grinned, turning to head out of the room and calling over his shoulder, “You know Michael and Ray are out with friends, right? They’re gonna have to look at that in public,”
Jack laughed, shaking his head at Gavin and sighing.
“That’s their problem-“ Gavin tried for nonchalant and fell short, trailing off with another tiny gasp.
“Yeah, them and everyone else who sees it, idiot,”
“Oh,” Gavin said, pausing for a moment before curling forwards with a tiny moan. “Fuck,”
“What, you getting close?” Jack brought his attention back to Gavin, gently tossing his phone to land on the couch a couple of feet away.
Gavin hummed, his hand speeding up and his knees slipping to the side, knocking piles of papers off the coffee table.
“Jesus Christ Gavin,” Jack shook his head, biting his lip when he made a low keening sound. He just couldn’t resist slipping one hand around to trail his fingers along the inside of Gavin’s thigh, grinning when it earned him a groan.
“C’mon Gavin, so fucking hot, it’s not even fair,” He murmured, propping himself up and ignoring the ache in his hand from whatever it was that he was leaning on in favour of kissing Gavin, biting at his bottom lip and shifting his hand to stroke his cock over Gavin’s.
“Shit, shit- Jack,” Gavin gasped, slumping forwards and threatening to knock them both over.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Gavin agreed, his voice going high as he came, the arm not clutching at his cock flailing around until it caught Jack’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly while he regained his breath.
“God, Gavin,” Jack said, smiling down at him before tilting his head to kiss him again. “So like, when’s my turn? Or do I not get to come?”
“Nah, you do- just gimme a sec, holy fuck,”
Chapter 7
Summary:
Michael, Ray, and the car.
Notes:
Sorry this is later than when I usually update- life stuff happened and took away almost all my writing time. (writing after a long day at college sucks ass, let me tell you)
Also I'm just gonna take a moment to say thanks to everyone for the kudos and hits and whatnot- I'm seriously blown away by it all thank you so much!Okay, one more thing: thanks to ah_fiction, ShinkaAkira, and wakeupyoursaints for the car sex requests! (though I took a little liberty with pairings and stuff)
Chapter Text
“Uh, Michael?”
“Yeah?” Michael grinned, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of Geoff’s car. Well, technically it was his car too, since he’d sold his when they’d all moved in together, but that wasn’t the point.
“Where the hell are we?” Ray said, turning to face Michael. It was hard to make out his face in the darkness of the car, but the light of a far away streetlight bounced off his glasses and made everything easier.
Michael said nothing, letting the car roll to a stop before glancing back at Ray.
“This is- god dammit Michael, this is where all the teenagers come to fuck, why are we here?”
Michael bit his lip to hold back a giggle, reaching a hand out to pat the side of Ray’s face. “I’m pretty sure you already know,”
“Okay, but wha-“
“It’s on the list, you know. And I can’t lose, not to Gavin, so. C’mere,” Michael tugged on Ray’s hair, laughing quietly when Ray shook his head and leaned closer.
“You sure know how to make a boy feel special,” Ray said, shuffling around until he was close enough to kiss. He didn’t lean in any further though, just stared straight into Michael’s eyes.
“Shut up,” Michael shook his head, pressing a quick kiss to Ray’s lips. “You know I love you, oh my god. “
“Love you too.” Ray returned the chaste kiss, letting it linger for a moment longer before pulling back and adding, “seriously though, how the hell are we gonna do this without like, breaking our legs or some shit,”
“With our car sex skills that totally exist, god, Ray. I thought that was pretty obvious, you know,” Michael laughed, resting his hand on the base of Ray’s neck and tugging him in for another kiss.
“I’m pretty sure,” Ray said, pulling back but at the same time resting his forehead against Michael’s, “that my knee is just gonna like, detach itself and run away at this point,”
“Yeah?” Michael frowned, struggling to see in the darkness.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll kiss it better later, okay? C’mere,”
Ray raised an eyebrow but leaned in, shuffling across the car and relaxing into it when Michael gripped his shoulders. Michael guided one of his hands to his waist, humming when Ray’s fingers tugged at his waistband.
“God, Michael, I feel like a goddamn kid,” Ray shook his head, slipping his hand into Michael’s pants and craning his neck to kiss him again. Michael hummed in response, hips rocking up into the touch as he deepened the kiss.
“We’ve been doing this since we were kids, pretty much,”
Ray laughed quietly, bashing his elbow into the seat when he tried to get Michael’s pants open further. “We weren’t that young or anything,”
“Still young enough for the whole messing-around-on-your-parents-couch thing, though.” Michael said, biting back a gasp when Ray bit at his lip and began to stroke him properly.
“Shit, that was really bad.”
“Yeah.” Michael agreed, hesitating for a moment before looping his fingers in Ray’s hair. “Okay, okay, come on, I’ve been ready for this since-“
“Gavin?” Ray said, chuckling but speeding his hand up anyway.
“Yeah, fucking prick. To be fair, it’s probably half Jack’s fault- but still- oh, there we go,” Michael cut himself off with a gasp, sighing contentedly.
Ray grinned and leaned in to mouth at Michael’s neck, squeezing at his hip when he bucked up into his hands.
“Shit, Ray,”
Ray nodded, nipping at Michael’s skin and twisting his hand. He was way too good at this, and it was so not fair.
Michael whined when Ray let go of his cock to clutch at his hip, and he reached up to tug at Ray’s hair. “Come on, fucking Christ,”
“Shut up Michael,” Ray said, squeezing his shoulder before shuffling around, propping himself up over the edge of the seat until-
Until his breath was ghosting over Michael’s cock and he was licking at him and oh God, Michael couldn’t help the noise he made at that.
“Fucking- Ray,” Michael groaned, tugging at his hair and letting a hand slide down the curve of Ray’s back. Ray hummed around him and sucked Michael deeper into his mouth, awkwardly trying to pat Michael’s chest when he choked on a quiet moan.
Michael let his head fall back against the seat, his hips helplessly rocking up into Ray’s mouth.
“Michael, your phone is digging into my arm.” Ray said, pulling off his cock for just long enough to fish it out of Michael’s pocket and wave it at him. Michael forced his limbs to work, taking his phone from Ray and gasping when he sucked him back into his mouth.
“Fucking- oh, God, that feels good- hold on, don’t wanna come before I- shit, Ray,” Michael babbled, fumbling with his phone until he hit Gavin’s number on speed dial. (number 8, because when Michael had asked him what number he wanted to be, all Gavin had said was “H”. Thank fuck that wasn’t like, the twentieth letter in the alphabet or some shit)
“Hello?” said Gavin’s tinny voice and Michael just laughed and put the phone on speaker, biting back another moan as he fumbled to set it on the dashboard.
He thought he heard Jack’s voice in the background, but Michael was way too far gone to try to make out the muffled words. They were in Geoff’s car on some shitty back road and anyone could fucking find them and God, Ray’s mouth felt so good on his cock.
“Shit, Ray, you’re too fucking good at this,”
Ray hummed, groaning around Michael’s dick when he pulled on his hair, the feeling making Michael’s hips buck.
“Fuck- fuck,” Michael gasped, his head thrown back in a moan as he came, clutching desperately at Ray’s hair.
Ray pulled off him with a grin, grabbing at Michael’s shoulders to pull himself up until he could kiss Michael, more insistent where Michael kissed back clumsily.
“Come on, come on- my turn, Christ,” He urged, guiding Michael’s hand to the bulge in his jeans.
Panting, Michael worked his hand into Ray’s pants, wrapping his fingers around his cock and encouraging him to thrust into his hand with another kiss.
“Jesus,” Michael heard Gavin say in the background.
Biting at Ray’s lip and tightening his grip, Michael laughed, muttering into Ray’s ear. “Fucking hell, you just blew me in the front seat of a car in the middle of nowhere,”
That earned him a throaty laugh, though it was cut off by an awesomely loud moan when Michael mouthed at a spot on Ray’s neck.
Ray’s chest was heaving, and he was making little breathy sounds, his grip on Michael’s shoulder tightening.
“Come on, Ray.” Michael said, nipping at Ray’s neck and twisting his hand, grinning when Ray came, slumping towards him with a moan. “Fuck, fuck-“ Michael hissed, scrambling to keep them from collapsing against the horn.
“Shut the fuck up Michael,” Ray slurred, smiling and leaning in to kiss him.
“Yeah, Michael” Gavin giggled, a faint “God, Michael,” presumably from Jack, coming from the phone as well.
“Jesus, fuck you guys,” Michael rolled his eyes, wiping his hand on Ray’s jeans.
“I think you already have,” Ray mumbled, and the car (and his phone) erupted into giggles.
Chapter 8
Summary:
Gavin, Ryan, and the couch.
Chapter Text
Ryan’s fingers were running softly through Gavin’s hair. It felt nice. Probably too nice for a Tuesday evening spent watching seriously rubbish movies.
Gavin hummed softly, one hand squeezing Ryan’s thigh. His lap made a pretty good pillow. “You’re really lovely, Ryan.” He said with a glance towards Ryan that was totally useless since he couldn’t even see his face from this angle.
He could feel the press of Ryan’s hand against his cheek, the tiny shift in his weight when he spoke. “Thanks, Gavin,”
“You’re welcome,” Gavin mumbled, now even more distracted from the film that they were supposed to be watching. Ray had even fallen asleep in the squishy armchair in the corner- it really was that bad. (Well, if he was being totally honest, the fact that Ray had stayed up all night playing some stupid game probably contributed, but Gavin was making a bloody point, okay? The film was utter shit, and that was that.)
“Gavin,” Ryan warned when Gavin nudged his face into his lap.
“Yeah,” Gavin smiled, tilting his head back into Ryan’s hand. Everything was awesome, seriously awesome.
Except the bloody film that Ryan was somehow still watching.
“Ryan, how the hell are you even enjoying this? This is like, an insult to our intelligence.”
“Gavin, it doesn’t take much to insult your intelligence,” Ryan said, but Gavin noticed with a grin that Ryan was now paying more attention to him than to the screen. (His mental celebration at that turned into a little physical one, but Ryan barely raised an eyebrow at his little fistpump. Everything was top.)
“Ryan,” Gavin whined, turning to face Ryan with an exaggerated pout.
Ryan sighed. “I hate you, Gavin.” He sighed again, this time less drawn out and with a tiny smile. “You’re right though- this is fucking terrible. And- you’ve got an idea of something else we could do, don’t you?”
Gavin beamed up at Ryan in response, pausing for a moment and biting his lip as one hand edged towards Ryan’s waistband. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”
“Couch is on the list, huh?”
“Yep,”
“Sweet,”
“I know, right?” Gavin giggled, popping the button on Ryan’s jeans and somehow managing not to break eye contact. He was pretty proud of himself for that one.
Ryan shook his head at Gavin, his fingers starting to toy with his hair again. “You’re an asshole,”
“Shouldn’t you be nice to the guy who’s about to get you off?” Gavin took a moment to wriggle around on the sofa so that he was sprawled more comfortably, propping himself up on an elbow so that he could get better access to Ryan’s crotch.
“Nah,” Ryan replied simply. Gavin rolled his eyes.
“Your pants are so much easier to get off than everyone else’s,” Gavin commented when Ryan lifted his hips to help him slide them off. “And your ass looks great in them,”
“That’s because my ass is great-“ Ryan cut himself off with a gasp when Gavin carefully pressed his tongue against his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.
“Yeah it is,” Gavin said, brushing his lips against him again and grinning when Ryan visibly reacted, the fingers in his hair tightening for just a second before he regained his composure.
Of course, that wouldn’t do. Gavin loved making Ryan fall apart, the little twitches of his hips when he started getting desperate, the way Gavin could get him to make the most incredible noises, and God, the look on his face when he came… Seriously, Ryan’s composure and patience were like Gavin’s goddamn arch nemesis. It wasn’t fair.
Gavin glanced up at Ryan before ducking back down to mouth at his cock again, shifting his fingers to bracket his hips, keeping all his touches light and barely there. Ryan was seriously hard, his dick straining against the cotton, and there was no way Gavin could resist tracing the head of his cock with his tongue, smirking when he moaned and moving to nip at Ryan’s hip.
“You have a really nice dick.” Gavin mumbled, snapping the elastic of his underwear to make Ryan jump.
“Thanks,” Ryan laughed, breathy but obviously amused. “You’re a true master of compliments. It’s pretty cute,”
Gavin’s insides purred at the praise and he shuffled around again, his foot knocking awkwardly into the arm of the sofa until he settled again. His fingers dipped under Ryan’s underwear again, and he hesitated for a breath before ducking his head and tugging them off with his teeth.
Ryan’s breath hitched, and Gavin wanted to laugh at the reaction for some reason. He didn’t, figuring that Ryan might not get that it just meant that he was just super happy, and settled for wrapping his hand around his cock instead.
“Fuck,” Ryan sighed, and that did make Gavin laugh, a tiny choked noise that Ryan must have understood, judging by the way that he traced the pad of his thumb across Gavin’s cheek.
Gavin used his grip on Ryan’s cock to keep him steady as he licked a long line up to his head, pausing to let his breath ghost over him before he took the tiniest bit of his cock into his mouth. Ryan groaned quietly, but didn’t try to get Gavin to take him in deeper, and Gavin was super grateful for it.
All the guys knew how shitty Gavin’s gag reflex was, and he knew that it was like, a requirement of a relationship like theirs that they respected boundaries like the ones Gavin had set to do with blowjobs and him, but he was still really thankful for how well they’d taken it. (He’d expected a few jokes, at least, but nope. Nothing. (And it was awesome.))
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to do what he could though.
The warmth of Ryan’s cock on his tongue was awesomely familiar, and Gavin hummed softly as he slid his open mouth down one side of it. Ryan’s fingers twitched where they were still tangled in his hair, and Gavin leaned into the touch, jerking Ryan slowly for a moment while he enjoyed the feeling of it all.
Ryan’s hips twitched slightly when Gavin twisted his hand over the head, so Gavin leaned back in, his mouth moving in counterpoint to his fingers. His technique was pretty sloppy, but it fucking worked. Ryan was groaning louder and louder with every couple of strokes, and his cock looked seriously fabulous, held steady between the ring of Gavin’s fingers.
“Seriously, you have a really nice dick.”
“So I’ve heard,” Ryan said, and Gavin got a little bit caught up in the way his voice sounded, focusing on each breath and the way words practically rolled from his lips.
Gavin forced himself to focus again, stroking Ryan faster and sloppily sucking at his head, glancing up just in time to see Ryan’s head thrown back in a moan. God, Ryan was beautiful. He ducked his head, taking Ryan as deep into his mouth as he dared, before pulling back and refocusing his attention of the base of Ryan’s cock.
Ryan seriously wouldn’t stop groaning, his fingers clenching and unclenching in Gavin’s hair. Gavin couldn’t help making a few noises of his own when he saw how bloody close Ryan was getting, but he tried to muffle them by speeding up his movements, hardly noticing (or caring) how messy that made them.
“Fuck, Gavin, I’m-” Ryan moaned, his hips twitching under Gavin’s hand.
“Yeah, come on,” Gavin pulled back, grinning at Ryan and doing the thing with his hand that Ryan always liked. It worked, and Ryan came with a choked noise that Gavin really wanted to hear more often.
“Shit, Ryan, I want-“ Gavin said, barely pausing to wipe the come off of his chin and onto the front of Ryan’s shirt.
“Yeah, okay- c’mere,”
Chapter 9
Summary:
Michael, Geoff, and a convenient wall.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Michael! What the fuck, dude?” Geoff threw his hands up in the air, staring down at himself and his now tea-stained shirt.
“What?” Michael asked, sounding almost innocent, if it weren’t for the giggling.
“Michael- I goddamn hate you, I’m gonna have to go get changed now- fucking tea bullshit, you asshole,”
Michael grinned, setting the now-empty jug of tea on the counter. “Yeah you are. Want any help with that, boss?”
“No.” Geoff pointed at him, jabbing him in the middle of the chest. “You can’t just- god, you suck. You can’t- if you wanted me to change, just fucking say it- why did you have to-”
“It’s more fun this way, you know that,” Michael nudged Geoff’s hand away and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “And, I’ve given you an excuse to be like, really fucking late to that meeting. I know, I’m the best, aren’t I?”
Geoff sighed, pulling Michael in closer to kiss him properly. Michael smirked at him, only to jump back with a loud noise when Geoff tugged him even closer, wrapping his wet arms around his shoulders. “Okay, now I’m happy,”
“Thanks, Geoffrey.” Michael rolled his eyes, shaking his head softly at Geoff’s stupid grin before pushing him back out of the kitchen. “Okay, I didn’t think it through very well- but like, it’s time for you to take your clothes off anyway…”
“Michael, sometimes your subtlety amazes me.”
“I know Geoff, I know.”
“Shit, Michael,” Geoff murmured, tilting his head back to rest on Michael’s shoulder.
Michael laughed, squeezing Geoff’s hip and pressing up closer behind him. His plan had somehow worked, and it was fucking awesome. Well, pretty much anything that involved a naked Geoff grinding his ass back against him was awesome as shit, but the fact that he’d gotten to dump cold tea all over Geoff beforehand did sweeten the deal.
Rocking his hips into Geoff’s, he shoved them both forwards, one of his hands flying up to brace himself against the wall as he crowded Geoff up against it. “Want me to fuck you?”
“Hell yes, dude,” Geoff grinned, not struggling as Michael pinned him and shuffled closer.
Michael still hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet, just unzipped his jeans to let Geoff grope him earlier, and he almost considered stripping so he could feel the press of Geoff’s skin against his with no stupid barriers- but that would take like, effort and forethought, and Michael would have to step away from Geoff, so that idea was totally out.
Geoff reached back to clutch at Michael’s hip, squeezing gently before tugging him closer. “Come the fuck on, Michael- you can’t just say you’re gonna fuck a guy and then zone the hell out, that’s just unfair,”
“Yeah, yeah it is- remember that one time, at work?” Michael grinned, shaking his head and fumbling around in his pocket at the same time.
“You were being a prick, no changes there, and there was no way I was gonna bang you on that desk, Christ.” Geoff glared at him, face softening when Michael waved the condom he’d retrieved from his pocket in front of him.
“I know man, but fucking still.” Michael said, before abandoning his words in favour of ripping the packet open, forcing himself to stop touching Geoff for just long enough to roll the condom on. Geoff shoved a bottle of lube into his palm, and Michael thanked him with a kiss before slicking himself up.
Michael tossed the bottle to the floor, but Geoff didn’t comment on his laziness, instead bracing a hand against the wall, his fingers brushing against Michael’s.
“Ready?” Michael murmured, pressing a kiss to Geoff’s shoulder.
“Jesus, when am I not? Fuckin’ come on,”
Michael let out a tiny laugh before guiding himself forwards, slipping into Geoff with a quiet noise. Shit, he felt so fucking good.
“Shit,” Geoff sighed, his head falling forwards as his hips twitched back, the fingers on Michael’s hip twisting into the fabric of his jeans.
Michael used that as a sign that he should start moving, mouthing at Geoff’s neck as he rocked forwards. It only took a second before Geoff was moaning, his hand slipping from its grip on Michael to clutch at the wall in front of him as Michael started to thrust into him harder.
“God, that’s it, fucking there,” Geoff sighed, choking out a groan when Michael complied and kept his movements on the same angle.
His fingers tangled almost unconsciously in Geoff’s hair, pulling his head back so he could bite a line up his jaw, panting against his skin. Fuck, he really should have fucked Geoff like this before- everything felt totally awesome.
“You look pretty as shit, Geoffrey,” Michael said between shaky moans, tracing the ink on his skin as he slid a hand down to tug at Geoff’s hips, holding him still as Michael slammed into him.
“Fuck,” Geoff breathed in response, cutting himself off with a loud moan when Michael slid almost all the way out.
“Yeah,” Michael muttered, gasping as he sped up his movements. He slid two fingers into Geoff’s mouth, his thumb tracing his cheek. “Fuckin- loud as you want, Geoff- no neighbours, remember?”
Geoff just moaned, his tongue pressing up against Michael’s fingers as he slumped forwards, his arms tensing as he struggled to keep himself up.
“Shit,” Michael wrapped his arm around Geoff’s waist, tucking him closer against his body, his hips stuttering out of rhythm for a moment. Geoff whined at that, clearly trying to complain, so Michael slipped more fingers into his mouth, effectively gagging him.
The moan Geoff made then was fucking awesome, even incredibly muffled by Michael’s hand, and he wished someone was recording them so that he could play it again. It took him about ten seconds before he realised that he could probably make Geoff make a better noise, if he tried.
Michael grinned, driving his hips into Geoff’s even harder, his whole world essentially narrowing down to the way Geoff felt around his cock, the noticeable hitches in Geoff’s breath each time he hit him just right, and the way Geoff was groaning desperately around his fingers and rocking back against Michael.
He felt so fucking lost in it all, warmth building up in his stomach as he thrust into Geoff, biting and sucking at what he hoped would turn out to be an awesome mark on his skin- so it was absolutely no surprise that he didn’t notice Gavin walking into the bedroom. Still, Gavin’s shocked squeak didn’t shock Michael- after all, he’d been expecting him to see them, had counted on it actually.
“Jesus- what? Wh- God,” Gavin stuttered, and Michael laughed breathily.
“Hey, Gav. Like what you- what you see?” He panted, turning Geoff’s head to the side and making him moan, just to rub it in Gavin’s face.
“Bollocks, you guys suck,”
“Nah, skipped that step- oh fuck, fuck, Geoff,” Michael groaned, letting the arm around Geoff’s waist dip lower to grab his cock. “Not gonna- ohshit,”
He couldn’t exactly stroke Geoff, he was way too far gone for that level of coordination, but he wrapped his fingers around his cock anyway. Geoff moaned at that, loud even through Michael’s hand, and he started thrusting into his fist, his hips rocking in counterpoint to Michael’s.
“God, I’m really not surprised- he looks so fucking good, Michael,” Gavin murmured, just loud enough to be heard. Geoff groaned again, slipping down the wall again before scrabbling to keep himself up, and fuck, now Michael could slip even deeper inside him and-
and God dammit, Gavin was watching and from the sound of it, thoroughly enjoying himself, and Michael couldn’t help it. He had a totally tiny thing for being watched, and a pretty huge thing for Geoff, for fucking Geoff.
And Michael was coming, biting down on Geoff’s shoulder with a choked groan and clutching Geoff close, almost collapsing to the floor from the force of it.
As soon as he even started to regain his balance, Geoff followed him over the edge, jaw slack around Michael’s fingers as he gave one last thrust into Michael’s hand. The two of them crumpled forwards, Michael’s momentary steadiness almost instantly gone, and Michael panted out a laugh when his face ended up squished between Geoff and the wall.
He slid out off Geoff with a wince, shuddery arms somehow managing to take the condom off and toss it in what he assumed was Gavin’s direction. His fingers fell out of Geoff’s mouth, and he blinked hazily as Geoff held them still to kiss the tip of each one before finally letting go.
“Fuck, think we can make it to the bed?” Geoff breathed, letting his head rest against the wall next to Michael’s.
“I bet you can if I help,” Gavin offered, his voice coming from much closer to them than before. His hand slid up Michael’s back, and then up to pat the side of Geoff’s face.
“Thanks, Gav,” Geoff smiled, his eyes warm and soft.
“Does this mean that like, I win?” Michael said, shakily grabbing at Gavin’s shoulder to try and right himself.
“Nah, boi- that means this bet is going up to damn eleven,” Gavin smirked, grabbing Michael’s jaw and pulling him in for a kiss.
And yeah, Michael was so up for that, as long as he got a long ass nap first.
Notes:
just wanted to say that this fic is going on a pretty indefinite hiatus for two reasons:
a) i've planned to take a break between what I consider two separate chunks of the fic to stop myself from burning out ever since pretty much the first few chapters, and this is the point i decided on a while ago and
b) its like less than two months until all my exams start and I really really need to revise and focus on college stuff, not ah ot6 smut om g
so yeah, there might be one or two updates after this chapter but it’ll be sporadic as fuck and as soon as i'm done with exams in like june or some shit there’ll be a ton more updates yeee
Chapter 10
Summary:
Gavin, Geoff, and Jack bang in a pool.
Notes:
BACKSTREET'S BACK AL-
I mean uh, I've finished my main exams, so back to regular updates! ('regular' and I'm posting on a wednesday oop)
As before, comments and suggestions are totally welcome, but I've got pretty much everything outlined at this point so... have that in mind. :)
Chapter Text
Geoff smiled fondly, leaning back as he watched Gavin struggling to drag Jack deeper into the pool. He had no idea what noises Gavin was making, but it sure as hell sounded like Jack was winning their weird little battle.
Jack was definitely winning a moment later, rising out of the water and tossing Gavin away from him with a huge splash, and Geoff couldn’t stop laughing even when he got water in his eyes. He slipped deeper into the pool, reaching Gavin and wrapping his arms around his waist at the same time that Jack did the same.
Geoff had a really awesome view when Jack ducked his head to kiss Gavin, who completely slumped back into Geoff’s arms, humming happily like the attention-loving bastard that Gavin was.
“You know, the pool is on the list,” Geoff smirked, chuckling when Gavin pulled back to grin at him.
“Geoff’s got a good point, Gav,” Jack said, reaching back to tug at Geoff’s hair and pull him in for a kiss, and oh. It never got old, the way Jack kissed him, all familiar and soft and also scratchy because, well, beard.
“Yeah,” Gavin breathed in Geoff’s ear, so quiet he barely heard it. “Yeah, I like that idea. Though, maybe not in the deep end, you know?” Gavin’s voice was louder on his second try, less awed, his words punctuated by a giggle when Geoff reached to pat the side of his face.
“Fuckin sure, dude. I’m okay with that,”
“Yeah, drowning would suck,” Jack grinned, pulling away and splashing both Geoff and Gavin in the face. Geoff had to admire his skill, though there was no way he’d admit that, especially when he was still spluttering water everywhere.
By the time Geoff regained his ability to like, function properly, Jack was sprawled out on one of the steps behind him, Gavin wriggling into his lap with only a bit of splashing. Geoff grinned, avoiding the weird grate thing that Ray always caught his toes on as he slid up behind Gavin, one hand trailing up his bare back.
“So.” Geoff said, sinking down next to Jack. “How’re we gonna do this,”
“Taking your bloody shorts off would help, you donut.”
“Yeah?” Jack caught Geoff’s eye, raising an eyebrow, and okay, that could work.
Geoff pressed up close to Gavin, tugging on one of his hips until he turned around, half facing Geoff and making it so much easier for him to slip a hand into Gavin’s pants.
“Oh,” Gavin breathed, wriggling around until Jack looped his arms around his waist, holding him tight and still against his chest so Geoff could start slowly trailing his fingers up Gavin’s cock.
“Jesus Gav, do you get hard as soon as someone mentions sex or what?” Geoff grinned, wrapping his hand around Gavin properly when it looked like he wasn’t going to respond.
“No, ‘s just- okay, maybe. Shit, Geoff,” Gavin gasped, turning his head to catch Jack in a kiss. It muffled all his little noises, but Geoff didn’t really mind, not when he got to watch them kissing, all tongue and tiny little nips from Gavin. (The prick couldn’t help but try to annoy Jack whenever he got a chance, but he probably didn’t realise that Jack liked it. Or, maybe he did. Whatever.)
Geoff sped his hand up, pressing in closer to Jack and grinning when Gavin switched to kissing him, panting into his mouth as his hips hitched up into Geoff’s hand.
“Shit, it feels weird- all the water and that-” Gavin breathed, his head tipping back to rest on Jack’s shoulder.
“You’ve fucked around in a pool before, shouldn’t be that weird.” Jack shook his head, lifting Gavin’s hips up when Geoff tugged at the waistband of his shorts to get better access to his dick.
“No, I know, it’s just-“ Gavin cut himself off with a low moan, “-been a while, y’know? God,”
“I can believe that,” Geoff said, trying to sound nonchalant as he sped up his movements.
“Yeah, after you like, totally busted Michael up. Fuck, you looked good though. Always do, when you’re getting fucked.”
“Shit,” Gavin gasped, squirming against Jack’s chest and burying his face in Jack’s neck, whining low as Geoff twisted his hand, pulling out as many tricks as he knew to get Gavin off as fast as possible.
“Bet you’d like to be fucking him now, huh Jack?”
“Shit, yeah I would,” Jack grinned, one of his hands slipping down to join Geoff’s as he spoke. “Shame we don’t have lube or anything, but I guess I’ll have to make it up to you later. If that’s okay with you, Gav?”
“Ohfuck-“ Gavin’s back arched, and Geoff couldn’t help but admire the blush on his face and chest, leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder. Jack squeezed his hand around Geoff’s on Gavin’s cock, and then god, he was coming, groaning into Jack’s neck and wrapping one of his hands into Geoff’s hair, keeping him close.
“God,” Geoff breathed, laughing slightly as Gavin twitched against him.
“Yeah,” Jack grinned, joining in with Geoff’s laughter when Gavin slipped off his lap and to the opposite side, landing on the step with an undignified flail. “Well done, Gav, Jesus,”
“You know, that does make it a bit easier for me to-“ Geoff trailed off, swinging his leg over and wriggling until he was wedged just right in Jack’s lap.
“Aww, you took my spot,” Gavin griped, but he smiled and rested his head on Jack’s shoulder when Geoff looked at him, probably trying to get a better view.
And right, that reminded Geoff of the actual goal here. He grinned, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Jack’s lips before grinding his hips down, gasping at the feeling. Jack groaned loud in response, rocking up against Geoff and clutching fervently at his back.
“Shit, Jack, you gonna come from just this?” Geoff laughed breathily, half moaning when Jack pulled him closer.
“I- I could, but-“ Jack cut himself off with a low moan when Geoff rocked his hips down again, before continuing, “But I’d rather, well-”
“If it helps, I know where Michael’s stashed some lube out here.” Gavin said, already pushing himself up out of the pool when Geoff looked at him, almost shocked. “What?”
“Nothing, I just- god, I love you, you fool,” Geoff laughed, resting his forehead against Jack’s while Gavin skittered around the pool, almost falling face first into a plant before crowing with victory and pulling a tiny bottle out of… somewhere. Geoff really didn’t care exactly where it had come from, especially not when Jack was palming his ass and rocking up against him.
“I guess I owe you twice as much now, huh?” Jack said, taking the bottle from Gavin and shaking his head fondly.
“You know, you could let me help to make up for part of it,” Gavin smirked, sinking back down to curl up next to Jack before trailing his fingers down Geoff’s back, making him jump.
Geoff wasn’t quite sure what Jack said next, or if he even responded at all, because he was far too distracted by the slick fingers teasing at his hole, dipping inside just enough to make him moan, and frustrating him enough to make him realise that those were Gavin’s fingers, of course.
He groaned, wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulders and twitching against Gavin’s fingers, muttering a quiet “Fuck-” when he slipped inside him properly. Jack’s fingers were gripping his hips tightly, holding him still even when Gavin twisted his fingers- two straight off the bat because Gavin knew him, knew his body and knew exactly what he needed and God, that was such a fucking relief sometimes.
Geoff couldn’t help but try to rock back into Gavin’s hand though, even though he knew that Jack would stop him, the bastard that he was. And fuck, the angle was basically the opposite of perfect; Geoff’s knee was pressed awkwardly into the pointiest possible part of Gavin and he was both sticky with sweat and covered in pool water, but god damn. Damn.
“Fuck, come on Gav,” Geoff whined, gasping when Gavin leaned in to kiss him at the same time that he added a third finger, twisting and working into him as deep as he could, and that was fucking great, but god, it made him want more.
And then Jack spoke up, thank Christ, squeezing Geoff’s hips as he said “Yeah, don’t think I’m gonna be wanting any more help, Jesus.”
“Well, I bet you want this,” Gavin smirked, pulling out of Geoff and away from the kiss at the same time because he was evil. He was waving a condom at Jack, though, so maybe there was some good left in him after all.
“Don’t be a prick or you’re fired.” Geoff said, knowing that the old mock-threat would have literally no effect, but- habit.
“Hey- you used my word! Top!” Fuck, he hadn’t even noticed, which just seemed to make Gavin’s stupid grin wider and Geoff really loved that fucking grin but-
“Jesus, shut the fuck up and fuck me, please,”
Gavin blinked, biting his lip and meeting Geoff’s eyes as he tore open the packet and handed it to Jack. “Begging beats empty threats, Geoffrey, you should learn from this.” He said with a grin.
“Okay, great- but can we-”
“You’re adorable when you’re desperate,” Jack interrupted him, frustratingly calm. “But as much as I wanna watch you beg, I really want to fuck you right now.”
“Ohshit,” Geoff barely had time to gasp before Jack was tugging at his hips, pulling at him until he could sink into him and oh God, that was it.
Geoff moaned, curling forwards to mouth at Jack’s neck, dimly aware of Gavin’s hands on his waist as he focused on the feeling of Jack rocking deeper inside him, stretching him wide and so fucking good.
“God, Geoff, you’re-” Jack groaned against Geoff’s chest.
“Yeah,” Gavin cut him off, his voice filled with a weird kind of admiration, and then there was a soft, wet noise from him, and oh, Jack was kissing Gavin again, face flushed red and eyes screwed tight as he thrusted up into Geoff.
Shit, Geoff knew that it was too soon, but he’d been hard for so fucking long, and Christ, they were totally making out like, around him and Geoff totally could not deal with that. “Fuck fuck fuck- goddammit guys,”
“Shit Geoff, really?” Jack said, moaning when Geoff nodded and worked his hips down into Jack’s.
“Here, I wanna kiss him-” Gavin leaned in, his fingers sliding into Jack’s hair as he ducked down to press his lips to Geoff’s. And then he was pulling back, mumbling something to Jack about “Yeah well, you get to be inside him when he comes, I just wanna kiss the guy,” before he was back to licking into Geoff’s mouth, making an appreciative noise each time he gasped.
And fuck, that felt pretty damn incredible, Jack fucking up into him and Gavin kissing him all hot and messy, and Geoff reached a hand down to grasp his cock, stroking a few times before there, finally, he was coming.
Gavin’s fingers grasped at his shoulders and then Jack was groaning and clutching him tight, giving a last few thrusts that set Geoff’s skin on fucking fire before he came with a choked off moan, slumping forwards until Geoff couldn’t resist working an arm out of the tangle of limbs to wrap around his waist.
After a while, Gavin spoke up. “You know, I never thought I’d say this, but having sex in a pool is pretty top.” Jack hummed at him, and Geoff nudged what he thought was Gavin’s shoulder until he explained, “Like, it’s less cleanup, innit?”
“Jesus Christ,”
Chapter 11
Summary:
Michael, Jack, and Ryan in the shower.
Chapter Text
“So, Ryan.” Michael smirked, leaning on the wall next to Ryan and wriggling under his arm.
“Yeah?”
“You know, the shower’s on the list, and I have a bit of catching up to do,” he grinned, sliding a hand up Ryan’s chest when he looked down at him.
“Is Jack being in the shower already part of your plan?” Ryan squeezed his shoulder, glancing up at the ajar bathroom door. “Because I was gonna wait until he was done to check on the bath, Ray said it was being weird the other day.”
“Ryan, c’mon. Of course- like, I don’t have an official plan, but Jack is totally key.”
“Okay, sweet-” Ryan stepped forwards, tugging Michael along with him, before he raised his voice and pushed the door further open. “Hey Jack- you’ve got company, dude.”
“What?” Jack poked his head out of the shower, squinting at them both until breaking out into a grin. “Oh, okay- might wanna get rid of those clothes before you come in, though.”
“Thanks Jack.” Michael said, slipping out from under Ryan’s arm and tugging his shirt over his head. “You looked great out in the pool yesterday, by the way. Pretty fucking great.”
“Ah, I’m glad there was a witness- it’d suck if something that awesome ended up not counting.” Jack called, and Michael laughed as he pulled his underwear down along with his jeans, almost bumping into Ryan in the process.
“Yeah, well. Me and Gavin, we had a talk. Gonna quit with the witness thing, cause the only real way to bribe one of us into lying about anything is sex or editing, so. Not much point, really.”
“I’m glad you both decided that you prefer fucking to work. Took you a while though, didn’t it?” Ryan commented, patting Michael’s shoulder while kicking their clothes into a neater pile in the corner, like the organised prick he was.
“Well,” Michael said, glancing over his shoulder as he slipped into their admittedly overlarge shower, “we were a little… distracted. It’s a little tough to change the rules of a bet when you keep coming your brains out all the time, y’know?”
“Yeah, that’s a shit excuse. We had sex all the time before this, and you managed. Well.” Jack laughed, curling a hand around the base of Michael’s neck to pull him under the spray. “Sort of.”
“You’re an ass,” Michael said, smiling and looping his arms around Jack’s waist, humming softly when Ryan pressed up behind him. Fuck, he loved it when he was surrounded like this. He leant back, resting his head on Ryan’s shoulder and looking up at him. “So, how’re we gonna do this?”
“Well, I know I haven’t got a good reputation for shower sex- but there are a few advantages.” Ryan glanced pointedly at the little shelf behind Jack, and oh. Yeah, they should totally make use of the place where like, almost half of their toys were kept.
Jack followed Ryan’s gaze and understood what he meant at exactly the same time that Michael did, and he let out a quick laugh before reaching to kiss Ryan, his fingers working into Michael’s hair as he shifted to mouth at Ryan’s neck. “Shit, you have the best plans, I swear to god,”
“Yeah, I know.” Ryan tipped his head back, granting Jack better access before he stepped back, hands barely lingering on Michael’s hips. “Michael, go grab some stuff, okay?”
Michael hesitated for a moment, rising up onto his toes to kiss Jack quickly before shuffling over to their stash, careful not to knock over one of the multiple bottles lining the floor of the shower. “Oh, hell yes- that means I can have the really fucking awesome vibe again, right? Fuckin sweet.”
He picked up the vibrator from its place of honour at the top of the pile, as well as grabbing the lube and a handful of condoms. It never hurt to be like, overly optimistic, especially not in a threesome.
When he pressed back against Jack, Ryan glanced at his hands and nodded, smiling with that glint in his eyes that meant he had an awesome plan. “C’mere, Michael,”
“Yeah?” Michael said, letting Ryan take control of his hands and rocking up onto his toes to rest his chin on Jack’s shoulder. He jumped a little when Ryan squeezed some lube onto his now empty fingers.
“Hey Jack- can I fuck you this time?”
Jack huffed out a tiny laugh. “Sure, just- don’t you fucking dare drop me too, okay?”
“Okay, sure.” Ryan nodded, pulling Jack in for a quick kiss before turning to Michael. “Michael, you wanna have the honour?”
“If you mean finger the dude, then yeah. I’m up for that.” Michael grinned, already moving to palm Jack’s ass, starting to stretch him properly when Jack raised an eyebrow at him.
“What else did you think I meant?” Ryan chuckled, leaning to cut Michael’s defence off with a searing kiss that made his toes curl on the slippery shower floor. Jack joined Ryan in laughing at him, so Michael twisted his fingers, angling them inside him until he moaned instead.
“Also, Michael,” Ryan pulled back, nipping at his lip for a moment. “How much prep are you gonna want for that toy of yours?”
“Uh…” Michael chewed on the inside of his cheek, considering for a moment and letting his fingers still. Jack grumbled and twitched back against him, jolting Michael back into motion as he added a third finger and spoke at the same time. “I think, well- none? What? I like the stretch.” He continued when both men stared at him. He would’ve crossed his arms, had he not been so preoccupied. “What?”
“Nothing, it’s just that- that’s really fucking hot, Michael, god,” Jack explained, and Michael grinned happily, twisting his fingers until Jack moaned.
“Yeah, says you,” Michael said, leaning to suck a mark into the crook of Jack’s neck, humming into his skin when Jack groaned softly.
“Hey, this is cute and all so I don’t wanna interrupt, but…” Ryan pressed a hand to the base of Michael’s spine. He turned around, just in time to see Ryan gesturing suggestively with the vibrator and making Michael blush.
“How’re we gonna-” Jack said, hissing a little when Michael’s fingers slid out of him.
“I’ve got it covered,” Ryan smirked, nudging Michael to lean against the shower wall, half out of reach of the spray.
Michael blinked, and then Jack was leaning over him, clutching at his hips. Ryan was stood behind him, and okay, that made sense. That would work.
“Shit, yeah you do,” Jack said, the grin audible in his voice as he ducked his head to kiss Michael. Jack groaned into his mouth after a moment, his fingers tightening on Michael’s hips, so he pulled back to watch Ryan thrust into him, having to bite back a quiet noise at how fucking hot they both looked.
“Shit, Jack,” Ryan groaned, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as Michael looked on, one of his hands finding its way to Jack’s lower back.
“Fuck, you guys…” Michael shook his head, running one hand through his hair and grinning. “You’re hot.”
“Thanks, Michael.” Ryan said, his hands coming up to push Michael’s shoulders back. “Hey, Jack- help me lift him up so that you can get a good angle with the vibe,”
Michael’s eyes widened. God, he hadn’t noticed that Jack had the thing now. This was gonna be awesome as hell. He wriggled around, letting the others take most of his weight before he hooked a leg around Jack’s waist, and then yep, he was totally pinned between them and the wall.
“Fuck, you guys-” Michael repeated, breaking off into a groan when the lubed-up vibrator nudged at his entrance. “Jesus Christ, Jack-”
Jack laughed, the noise turning into a moan as Ryan thrusted forwards. Then oh, fuck- the vibe was slipping inside Michael, stretching him open at just the right speed to make his head fall back with a loud moan.
“Oh my god, I- you- oh god,” Michael babbled, his hips rocking back against the vibe as he fumbled to drag Jack into a kiss, panting into his mouth as it slid in further.
“C’mere, I’m feeling a bit left out,” Ryan said, leaning over Jack’s shoulder and claiming Michael’s mouth, dominating the kiss from the get-go. His hands tightened on Michael’s shoulders, a thumb brushing across a mark towards his neck, and Michael hummed into the kiss.
“Okay, Jack- you wanna-?” Ryan pulled away, resting his forehead against Michael until he blew air at the wet hair clinging to his face.
“Hell yeah,” Jack’s voice was ragged, but Michael barely had time to appreciate how good he looked, all red and panting. Jack flicked a tiny switch somewhere on the base of the vibrator, and Michael’s vision exploded into sparks.
“Shit, shit- oh fuck-” Michael’s voice was almost a shout, and he couldn’t stop his hips from rolling back against the vibrator, desperate for more.
Thank Christ, the others were in a similar state; Jack was moaning on every other breath, and Ryan was biting down on Jack’s shoulder, arms shuddering where they were holding Michael up.
“Holy crap, Ryan,” Jack groaned, tilting his head back until Ryan kissed him. Michael grinned, watching them moan into each other’s mouths, panting and groaning along with them every time Jack got a particularly good angle.
“Shit- you guys are hot-” Michael said, tightening his grip around Jack’s waist. He glanced at Ryan, trusting him not to drop him, which was probably a bad move, as he moved one hand to Jack’s cock, grinning when he moaned and starting to jerk him hard and fast.
That seemed to be just enough to tip him over the edge, because a moment later Jack came, his head falling to rest on Michael’s shoulder as his hand stopped working Michael with the vibe.
“Holy- Jack-”Ryan moaned, his fingernails biting into Michael’s shoulders for a moment as he buried himself deep inside Jack, coming with a drawn out moan. Fuck, that was hot as hell.
It helped that neither of them dropped him, somehow, but Michael was so fucking close and Jack had stopped moving the vibe, letting its tiny movements work him up even more until he was practically writhing against the wall.
“Michael- how the hell have you not come yet?” Ryan asked, laughing breathily as he glanced at Michael, his chest still heaving.
“I- I have no idea, oh fuck-” Michael’s voice broke when Jack started moving his hand again, the vibe shuddering inside him and making him groan helplessly.
“Here, let him down,” Ryan said, nudging at Jack until Michael’s unsteady feet hit the ground.
“Are- are you sure? I think I’m-“ Michael cut himself off with a moan, scrabbling to grab at Jack’s shoulder to keep himself upright before he continued, “not gonna be able to stay upright, fuck.”
“Jack’ll help you.” Ryan said, his tone not leaving any room for doubt- not like Michael could doubt him when Ryan was sinking to his knees, squeezing in between him and Jack and breathing hot over his cock.
“Fuck- oh fuck-“ Michael gasped, his hips twitching towards Ryan’s mouth and then back against the vibrator. Ryan smirked up against him before he reached to take Michael into his mouth, licking up his cock until Michael’s head was thrown back helplessly as he moaned and shuddered.
Jack thrusted the vibe deep into him one last time, and that was all it took for Michael to come. He moaned, almost collapsing against Ryan and Jack, his knees weak and wobbling.
Michael whined slightly when Jack slipped the vibrator out of him, but he returned the kiss that he pressed to his lips, humming when Ryan kissed at his hip as well.
“Fuck, I feel like I’m floating,” Michael said, the words drawn out and loose.
“Yeah?” Ryan smiled softly, fondly, and stood up, wrapping an arm around Michael’s waist to support him as he tugged them all away from the wall and back under the shower’s main spray. “Come on; let’s get you cleaned up,”
“Yeah, okay.”
Chapter 12
Summary:
Gavin, Ryan, and Ray on the dining room table.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Hey Ray,” Gavin called, nudging his foot to get Ray’s attention.
“Yeah?” Ray glanced up from his DS, raising one eyebrow at Gavin.
“Come convince Ryan to have sex with me on the table, yeah?” Gavin smiled.
Ray spluttered at him, snapping his DS shut. “Does he really need convincing? I mean, really?”
“Well, no- but I wanna bang you too, you pleb.” Gavin rolled his eyes, grabbing Ray’s hand and tugging him towards the kitchen.
“You could have just said that, you know? Jesus, Gavin,” Ray grinned, following along with him and setting his stuff down on the back of the couch as he walked past. Gavin pushed Ray through the door first, squawking when Ray tried to trip him up.
“What?” Ryan’s voice was closer than Ray had been expecting, and he jumped back into Gavin for a second.
“Oh, uh. Gavin wants to have a threesome on the table. So, yeah.” Ray shrugged, glancing back at Gavin.
Gavin glared at him, huffing grumpily. “I was gonna be a bit more smooth about it, but yeah.”
“It’s okay Gavin, I am always happy to have intercourse with you,” Ryan laughed when Gavin cringed. He slid off the counter that he’d been sitting on for whatever reason, and slipped into Gavin’s space. “I would be delighted to copulate with you on the table where we eat.”
Gavin squealed, swatting at Ryan’s shoulder. “God, Ryan, you’re actually awful,”
“Yeah, I know,” Ryan laughed and leaned to kiss Gavin, soft and sweet. Ray ended up half trapped between them, so he grinned and slipped a hand up inside Ryan’s shirt and looping his fingers in Gavin’s hair.
“So.” Gavin said, pulling away from the kiss and tilting his head into Ray’s hand for a moment before he was gone. Ray watched Gavin walk towards the dining room table, hooking his chin over Ryan’s shoulder when Gavin hopped up onto the table.
“Yeah?”
“Bloody come here then, god,”
Ray laughed, happy that he got Gavin to at least pretend to be frustrated. “Yeah, okay.” He rose up onto his toes to kiss Ryan, holding back a giggle when Ryan bit at his lip and pushed him towards Gavin.
Ray turned and shook his head at Ryan before heading towards the table, aware that Ryan was only a couple of feet behind him. As he got closer he tugged his shirt off, tossing it behind him with the hope that it would hit Ryan in the face. Ryan huffed and it sounded like he’d stumbled. Ray grinned, resisting the urge to fist pump in favour of resting his hands on Gavin’s hips and leaning in closer to him.
“Pants off, come on Gav,” Ray tugged at his hem, and Gavin was quick to comply. Ryan reached over to pull Gavin’s shirt off while he was still struggling with his jeans, which sped things up kind of a lot.
Gavin was a lot more wriggly when he was naked, but that didn’t really stop Ray from pushing him back, encouraging him to sprawl out on the table. Gavin’s hips twitched when Ray breathed over his cock, and fuck it, he couldn’t resist mouthing at a spot on his thigh, nipping at his skin with a muffled laugh.
“Well, that kinda only leaves me with one option, doesn’t it?” Ryan grinned, squeezing Ray’s ass and hooking his fingers under the hem of his jeans.
“Fucking sweet- Gavin, please tell me you grabbed some stuff? Like, prove the world wrong about you, for once?”
“Uh, Sorry. Forgot.” Gavin shrugged, patting Ray’s hand.
“Nah, that’s not what I meant,” Ryan said with an audible smirk.
Ray frowned for a moment, lifting his hips when Ryan tugged at his jeans. As soon as he stopped mouthing at Gavin’s hips to take a look behind him, Ryan spread him wide, breathing hot and heavy over his hole, and oh fuck. Ray could do nothing except groan helplessly because fuck, that was Ryan’s tongue, dragging over his hole all light and teasing and perfect.
“Holy shit, Ryan,” Ray groaned, clutching at Gavin’s hips and letting his head fall against his thigh. “Fuck-”
Gavin giggled, twitching under Ray’s touch, and Ray glanced up, his eyes falling shut again when Ryan dragged his tongue across him again. “What?” He said, breathless all of a sudden.
“It’s just- we’re all over the table and Ryan’s eating you out. Like you’re the best kind of meal or some shite.” Gavin wound his fingers into Ray’s hair, thumb tracing across his cheek.
Ryan pulled back, not letting go of Ray’s hips as he chuckled. “I’ll be sure to give your ass a good review on the internet, then,”
“What, 10 out of 10, would rim again?” Ray snarked, twitching his hips back into Ryan’s hands with a frustrated noise. “Because you’d better hurry that shit up or I’ll mention it in your performance review-”
Ryan cut him off, carefully licking inside him and shit, Ray was so not going to last nearly as long as he wanted to.
“Well, in that case, fucking blow me, Ray.” Gavin tugged at his hair, grumbling quietly at him. Ray flashed him a grin that broke off into a moan because of fucking Ryan, and he spread his fingers wide on Gavin’s hips, smiling at the weird but definitely Gavin texture of rough hair on smooth skin.
As soon as he wrapped his lips around Gavin’s cock, the fingers in Ray’s hair relaxed as Gavin let out a long, breathless moan. Gavin’s arms were wobbling where he had propped himself up, and his hips jolted as he struggled to stay upright, letting his cock slide further into Ray’s mouth just as he groaned around him at the feeling of Ryan licking at his ass.
Shit, Ryan was really good at this, and Ray wanted to tell him that, to say something about how it felt like he was going to explode into a million pieces, dick first, because of how fucking great everything felt, but he settled for moaning around Gavin’s cock. That made Gavin’s hips rock up, of course, and Ray bobbed his head, swirling his tongue as he tried to ignore the way his cock twitched when Gavin moaned and tugged at his hair for a second.
“Fuck, you guys look so hot,” Ryan breathed, before his tongue was curling inside Ray all warm and hot and oh, oh. Ray moaned brokenly, his hips twitching towards the table to try to get some form of friction. Ryan must have been some sort of god because his hand wrapped around Ray’s cock, stroking him only a handful of times while Ray groaned and shuddered desperately.
His elbow slammed into the table as Ray came with a loud groan that was thankfully muffled by Gavin’s cock in his mouth. Shit, his whole body felt so fucking good.
Fucking Gavin was whining above him though, and so to thank him for managing to keep his hips relatively still and not choke him, Ray took him further into his mouth, stroking the base just how he liked it until Gavin came too, moaning deliciously and collapsing off to one side.
Ray barely got to pause to catch his breath, because Gavin was reaching past him to grab at Ryan’s hand, tugging him up onto the table and catching Ray’s eye. “Ryan’s turn now, huh X-Ray?”
Ray grinned, pulling him in for a kiss before he was propping himself up and eyeing Ryan up. “You’re like, unbelievably talented. It’s not fair.” Ray said as Gavin slid against Ryan’s other side, tugging at the zipper on his jeans. “Like, you made me come and you’re still wearing your fucking pants. I don’t get it.”
“Yeah, well,” Ryan panted, and Ray smirked before mouthing at his neck, hands slipping in between Gavin’s when he got Ryan’s pants open.
“Shut up, you plebs,” Gavin laughed, pulling out Ryan’s dick and claiming his mouth in one uncharacteristically smooth move. Joining him in quiet laughter, Ray knocked his hand into Gavin’s a few times before they worked out a rhythm where they could both stroke Ryan’s cock.
Ryan was seriously wound up, and he rocked up into their hands desperately, moaning into Gavin’s mouth and reaching for Ray’s hair, holding him close. It didn’t take much for them to bring him over the edge, and it was fucking beautiful when he came, all red and hot and sweaty.
Ray would’ve been quite happy to curl up with Ryan and Gavin on the table, common sense be damned, but Ryan, as usual, was smart about it.
“You know, this table really isn’t built for three people to lay on it. Just saying.”
“Fucking Ryan the table welfare guy.”
“Yeah, god Ryan.” Gavin smirked, rolling his eyes and making Ryan sigh.
“I hate you guys so fucking much.”
“Yeah, I love you too.”
Notes:
Just a heads up, I'm going to be at Download Festival next weekend so there wont be another chapter up until the week after.
Chapter 13
Summary:
Michael, Ray, and Geoff bang in the bathroom.
Chapter Text
Michael had no idea how he’d managed to get all three of them in the bathroom so easily, but he wasn’t going to complain.
“Leave the door open,” He smirked when Ray moved to shut it, pinning Geoff up against the countertop at the same time. “Less chance of Gavin arguing that the bathroom doesn’t count right after the shower if he sees this for himself.”
“You’re already planning for that?” Geoff laughed, looping his fingers into Michael’s hair.
Michael tilted his head into Geoff’s soft touch, grinning and sinking to his knees. “Yep. Dude, if you don’t think I have half of this planned out already, then you’re fucking wrong.”
“Aww, fuck you. You took my spot,” Ray grumbled, nudging a toe into Michael’s side as he shuffled back from the bathroom door. Ray slid down next to Michael, leaning against him until Michael made space for him to kneel between Geoff’s legs alongside him.
“Yeah, well.” Michael shrugged, leaning in towards Ray and waiting for him to close the gap between their mouths, smiling into the kiss when he did. “Hey Geoff, want us to blow you?”
“What- oh god, yes please, especially if it’s fucking both of you,” Geoff leaned back against the tiled wall, his hand twitching in Michael’s hair.
“Ray?”
“What? Oh, you mean- hell yeah I’m in, come on,” Ray slid down next to Michael, his hand falling onto Michael’s thigh as he fumbled for the button of Geoff’s jeans, nudging Michael to help him. Michael turned to grin at him, patting Geoff’s thigh when he wriggled towards Ray’s hand. “Help me out here, come on man,”
“Shut up, Ray,” Michael laughed, reaching forwards to tug Geoff’s jeans open with one hand. It was weird, how he seemed to be the only one of them who was any good at getting people’s pants off. Like, he didn’t exactly have any more experience than the rest of the guys, though he would bet that it was more than most other people had.
“How about,” Geoff paused, tugging his shirt over his head, “you both shut up, yeah?”
“Aww, Geoffrey, you know you love it,” Michael smirked as he leaned forwards to press a kiss to Geoff’s hip. Geoff sighed at him, and Ray giggled, mirroring Michael’s movement and then sliding down to mouth at a spot right next to Geoff’s cock.
“Come on, guys, fucking-“
Ray rolled his eyes at Geoff before he grabbed at Michael’s jaw, guiding him in for a kiss that was so good his fucking knees slipped on the smooth floor.
“What-“
“What? Come on Geoff, gotta make out with the guy you’re planning on sucking cock with, that’s just the way it is.” Ray grinned, and Michael rolled his eyes at him and deliberately jabbed him with an elbow when he went to lick at the base of Geoff’s cock, his hand resting on his hip to keep him still. “Also like, just look at this dude. Don’t you just wanna kiss him like, all the time?”
“God, yeah I do,” Geoff tightened his grip on Michael’s hair, and he looked up with a blush. The headrush he got from realising that both of them were staring at him was really fucking intense, but he managed to shake it off quickly, thank Christ.
“What, would you prefer me kissing you to getting your dick sucked? Because I’d totally do that, if you wanted.”
“Oh my god. Come on, just fucking blow me already,” Geoff groaned, his legs sliding further apart when Michael wriggled forwards to get a better angle.
“Sure thing, boss,” Michael said, nodding at Ray before he wrapped a hand around Geoff’s cock, angling it so that Ray could lick at the head.
Ray’s arm pressed up against Michael’s chest when he leaned forwards, and he grinned when he saw the way that Ray was clutching at Geoff’s thigh before he ducked his head to lick at Geoff’s cock. Geoff was moaning, soft and slightly muffled, and Michael could tell that Ray wanted to change that from the way he sucked his cock into his mouth.
It really wasn’t a challenge to help him. Michael worked in counterpoint to Ray’s mouth, letting his hand slip off Geoff’s cock to snake round and clutch at his ass while Michael sucked him. When Ray added in that fluttery thing with his tongue, Geoff was totally gone.
When Michael glanced up, his head was thrown back in a drawn out moan that Michael wanted to treasure forever. He hummed in appreciation, wishing he had thought to record this, and apparently the vibrations were just enough to tip Geoff over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” Geoff panted, laughing after a second. Michael turned to look at Ray and couldn’t help laughing too; he was staring down at his fingers, making a weird face at the come that he had wiped off his chin.
“Like, the one time that I don’t shave, and you- fuck you guys, oh my god,” Ray shook his head, giving in to the laughter himself for a moment.
“Aww, poor Ray.”
“I know, right?” Ray pouted, so Michael shoved at his shoulder and stood up, pushing against the counter to balance himself and leaning in to kiss Geoff, gentle and lazy.
“C’mere, it can be your turn next, since your life is so hard.” Michael offered Ray his hand and pulled him to his feet, shuffling them around so Michael was stood behind him with his chin hooked over Ray’s shoulder.
“My life’s not the only thing that’s hard right now, you know,” Michael just about had the right angle to see Ray smirk in the mirror, which gave him a fucking great idea. He tugged at Ray’s pants enough to get him to pull them off for himself, and then removed both their shirts at the same time, somehow.
“Smooth move there, Michael,” Geoff commented right as Michael slid his jeans off.
“Fuckin yeah,” Michael said, grinning at him before turning his attention back to Ray, pressing up against him and pulling him a little to the left.
“What’re you- oh, fucking Christ, Michael,” Ray spluttered, staring at his reflection in the mirror as Michael slid his hand along his hip.
“Yeah?”
“Fucking yeah,” Ray twitched towards Michael’s hand, already starting to blush and breathe heavily.
“Sweet.” Michael said, tilting his head to kiss Ray’s shoulder as he started to stroke his cock, watching his reaction in the mirror. Ray groaned and tipped his head back, his eyes falling shut for a moment before he forced them back open.
Ray’s hips twitched into Michael’s hand, so he sped up his movements, letting Ray fuck into his hand on every other stroke. He was moaning so openly, and god damn, he looked good; Michael couldn’t help pressing himself closer against Ray.
He barely resisted the urge to just hold him still and grind against Ray’s ass, instead wrapping an arm around his waist when Ray’s knees wobbled visibly. He twisted his hand over the head on an upstroke, and Ray’s body just fucking arched, leaning back into Michael and accentuating just how fucking pretty he looked.
Pretty was definitely the best word, the only word, that could describe how great Ray looked, gasping and moaning and flushed bright red, all on display for them both. The best part, though, was that Ray totally knew it, was staring right at his reflection with sharp, breathy little pants as Michael jerked him off.
“Holy shit, Ray,” Geoff sounded exactly how Michael felt- fucking in awe.
“Yeah-“ Ray gasped, his body curving one last time before he came, collapsing forwards and catching himself against the mirror.
“Jesus Christ,” Michael half laughed, half moaned. He clutched at Ray’s hip, marvelling at the way his back arched now that he was bent forwards as he reached for his own cock, gasping with relief.
“Come on, Michael,” Geoff encouraged, his hand on Michael’s shoulder out of nowhere. Michael leaned into the touch, stroking himself faster until he came with a long moan.
“Fucking hell, you guys- I have the best ideas.”
Chapter 14
Summary:
Gavin fucks Ryan against a window. Michael shows up and... helps.
Notes:
Second fic up today, I'm on a roll. But uh, this chapter is for Jane because a) she really likes Ryan and b) it's totally our one month/close enough that it totally counts. <3
Chapter Text
“So, Ryan.” Gavin smirked, pressing up behind him. “You know how we both have those- what did you call it again?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Gavin, sorry.” Ryan shrugged, turning his head to look at Gavin.
Gavin kissed him, pressing him towards the huge windows facing their garden. “I’ll give you a clue- I wanna bang you up against that window,”
“Ah-“ Ryan gasped, eyes darkening as he leaned in to kiss Gavin again, nipping at his lip for a second. “Exhibitionist tendencies. Also, yes.”
Gavin grinned at him, burying his face in Ryan’s neck as his fingers hooked under the hem of Ryan’s shirt. (He quite liked that shirt. It was really soft, and clung to Ryan’s chest in the best way possible.) “So, window then?”
“Yeah.” Ryan said, voice all soft and warm. Gavin pulled his shirt up, humming when Ryan let him lift it over his head. Gavin totally noticed Ryan’s little stumble when he stepped forward, but he didn’t say anything. Partly because he tripped himself when he pulled his own shirt off. (He managed to pass that off as him nudging Ryan forwards though, thank Christ.)
“You’re taking your own pants off, by the way. Get on it.” He pressed up closer to Ryan, nudging him forwards with his hips until Ryan was almost leaning up against the window.
Ryan fumbled with his jeans. Gavin knew he totally wasn’t helping by sliding his hands up Ryan’s chest and then back down to grope his ass, but Ryan didn’t complain, instead muttering. “I think I’d rather get on you.”
“Ohh, that’d be top. But I think Michael ought to get a better show than that, you know?” Gavin shrugged, looping his fingers in Ryan’s hair.
“Yeah, okay. As long as you don’t cover me in glitter.” Ryan said, pulling his pants down as he spoke, “and you better fuck me right, I swear to god,”
“Oh, piss off, Ryan,” Gavin sank to his knees, squeezing Ryan’s ass and biting his lip to hide his grin.
“Thought you weren’t into watersports, but sure.” Ryan’s voice was steady, his goddamn smirk barely visible from down where Gavin was.
Gavin couldn’t help laughing, shoving at Ryan’s knees. Of course, that made Ryan spread his legs a little more, totally playing into Gavin’s totally awesome plan to distract Ryan from being a prick. “Oh my god, shut up,”
“I mean, gags are more me and Michael’s thing, but-“ Gavin smacked his hip, and Ryan laughed. “Yeah, okay. Also, how’re you going to fuck me if you’re all the way down- oh, oh my god,” Ryan’s voice broke, and Gavin flicked his tongue across his hole again, fingers gripping his hips tightly.
Ryan swayed forwards, gasping and rocking his hips back towards Gavin’s mouth. Ryan was amazing when he was like this, and Gavin totally would’ve taken advantage of how breathless he was to snark at him with an actual chance of winning, if only his mouth hadn’t been kind of in use already.
He let go of Ryan’s hips with one hand, fumbling around in his pocket while still maintaining the coordination to lick into Ryan and make his knees go all weak. (Gavin totally deserved a prize.)
As soon as he had managed to uncap the lube (Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to make lube so complicated?), Ryan collapsed forwards, moaning a quiet “Fuck-“ as he caught himself against the window. Gavin wrapped his arm around Ryan’s waist, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he encouraged Ryan to settle onto his knees.
“So, do I win yet?” Gavin said, grinning and catching Ryan’s mouth in a kiss. Ryan took a while to answer- or, he answered by taking control of the kiss and reaching around to wrap a hand around the base of Gavin’s neck, gently keeping him still.
“Nah. You still haven’t fucked me- is it performance anxiety? You know, I heard that one out of-“
Gavin cut him off, smacking his shoulder and rolling his eyes. “Shift a second, then, you pleb.” He nudged at Ryan’s thigh, encouraging him to shuffle into a better position while he lubed up his fingers.
“God, this is cold- hurry it up, asshole.” Ryan looked over his shoulder at Gavin, giving him the perfect opening to kiss him, nipping at his lip when he slid a finger inside him. “Ah, there we go,”
“Ryan, this is Texas. It’s not cold. Like, ever.” Gavin pulled back, resting his forehead on Ryan’s shoulder as he worked his finger in deeper, teasing the tip of another in the second Ryan started to speak.
“Really? Well- god dammit Gav, you’re seriously gonna kill me someday,” Ryan rocked back against Gavin’s fingers, grumbling slightly when Gavin properly pressed him up against the window.
“Well, in that case-“ Gavin twitched his fingers forwards, curling them just enough to make Ryan moan before he slid them out. Ryan outright whined at that, shooting Gavin a glare before letting his head fall back against the glass.
“Yeah, yeah- be patient,” Gavin said, nudging Ryan’s knee with his own. (He totally didn’t fumble the condom at the same time. Gavin was smooth, okay?)
“Gavin, you’re like the least patient guy I know- oh shit, fucking finally-” Ryan groaned when Gavin finally slid in. Gavin couldn’t help but moan along with him, clutching at Ryan’s hips and rocking deeper into him.
“Yeah? Figured that’d shut you up,” Gavin smirked breathlessly, grinning when Ryan reached back to clutch at his waist. Ryan hummed in response, arching his back and rocking his hips back against Gavin’s.
Gavin couldn’t help sliding a hand up Ryan’s side. God, he loved how fucking soft Ryan was everywhere, and his hips were actually going to kill him. He sped up his thrusts as he told Ryan that, panting into his neck desperately.
“It’s kinda amazing how we’re not all dead already, then. My hips do not fuck around,” Ryan struggled to get the words out between gaspy breaths, so he continued, “How about you shut up and fuck me harder, though?”
“Yeah, can do.” Gavin breathed, shifting to mouth at a spot on Ryan’s shoulder. His knees were starting to ache a little (He wasn’t even that old, it was actual bullshit.) so he shifted forwards, using his grip on Ryan’s hips to pull him closer with every thrust.
Gavin lost himself in it all, the feeling of Ryan tight around his cock, all hot and sticky wherever they were touching- which was fucking everywhere- and honestly, he’d like to meet anyone who said they’d be able to do otherwise. (Probably to punch them in the face and call them a liar, because Ryan’s body was fucking heavenly and so, so easy to get lost in.)
He managed to catch it though, by some small miracle, when Michael got home from the store and let himself in through the gate. (Gavin was a master planner. Michael always went through the back when he was alone, and that meant past the back windows. Master. Planner.)
Michael’s face was fucking amazing; he turned bright red first, mouth hanging open, and then something shifted before he reached down to adjust his jeans and head inside. “God dammit, Gavin- this is totally all your fault, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes.” Ryan panted, chuckling slightly and turning his head to look at Michael in the doorway. “Bet you wish you got greeted like this- shit- all the time, right?”
“Hell yes. Fucking- Ryan, being that hot should be illegal, I swear.”
Gavin groaned, fingers clenching as his hips stuttered for a second.
“Also, uh, just saying, this isn’t on the list, asshole,” Michael came to sit next to them, sinking down with his back to the window as his fingers traced Gavin’s jaw.
“You’re totally jealous enough that it counts- look at his hips, yeah?” Gavin welcomed Michael’s presence with a tiny smile, but it totally wasn’t enough to make him back down, not even when Michael wrapped a hand around Ryan’s dick, making him groan and tighten around Gavin’s cock.
“Yeah.” Michael conceded, pressing a soft kiss to Gavin’s lips and laughing at him when he gasped. “As long as you clean up the smudges then, whatever.”
“Thank Christ,” Ryan said, pulling Gavin tighter against him. “Because, ohshit, I’m getting close, and I would probably have to murder you if you said this didn’t count.”
“Fucking Ryan,” Michael said, meeting him halfway in a kiss that started out tender and fond, but turned desperate when Gavin sped up the pace, making Ryan pant and moan into the kiss.
Gavin claimed Ryan’s mouth the instant Michael pulled back, biting on his lip and returning all of Ryan’s noises with ones of his own. From the way Michael’s arm was moving against Gavin’s thigh, he could tell that he was matching the pace that Gavin set, which would explain how broken Ryan’s moans sounded.
“God, come on Ryan,” He panted, groaning long and low as Ryan’s hips twitched back to meet his. “I- oh, oh Christ,” Gavin gasped as he came, biting at Ryan’s neck and moaning again when Ryan came almost immediately afterwards. (Michael probably had something to do with the timing, but whatever.)
“I’m so glad you’re the one who’s cleaning up the window,” Ryan said after a while, smirking back at him with a laugh. “Because that does not look like fun.”
“Oh, fuck you Ryan.”
“You kinda already did.”
Chapter 15
Summary:
Michael, Geoff, Jack, and Ryan on a balcony. (or: four guys, five orgasms)
Chapter Text
“So, I’ve gathered you here today-“ Michael grinned, leaning back and resting his elbows on the railing of the balcony.
“What the fuck, Michael,” Geoff laughed, shaking his head.
“C’mon, let me finish-“ He crossed his arms, pouting a bit, before continuing. “-because Gavin almost won the bet last time, and that’s just not acceptable. So I’m upping my game. We’re upping our game.”
“Well, this is gonna be fun, then.” Jack said, sharing a glance with Ryan.
“Yep. Ray’s taken one for the team and gone to distract Gavin somehow- so it’s just us four.”
“Just us and anyone who can see the balcony.” Ryan pointed out, stepping closer to Michael and catching his jaw, leaning in for a kiss when Michael tilted his head up.
“Nah, I checked- we managed to build this thing on the perfect angle so, unless there’s a helicopter or some shit, we should be good.” Michael grinned, pressing another quick kiss to Ryan’s lips.
“Sweet,” Jack said, smiling warmly and sliding up closer to Michael, pressing up against his side and catching Ryan’s eye before ducking his head to mouth at his neck, making Michael gasp when Ryan mirrored him.
“Jesus Christ, I forgot how evil you guys are when you’re together,” Michael gasped, slumping against the railing and tilting his head back to give them better access.
“Shut up, Michael,” Ryan murmured, his fingers reaching for Michael’s shirt and tugging it over his head. That made it all the more natural for Michael to clutch at Jack’s hair and Ryan’s shoulder and hold them close, so he did, half wondering why he hadn’t earlier.
Michael’s hips bucked when Jack bit down his chest, pressing a smile to Michael’s skin when his fingers tightened in his hair. “God,” He groaned softly, staring up at the darkening sky because he was sure that looking at Jack and Ryan would make him come in his pants. This was so unfair, and also all his fault, which was even less fair.
He glanced down anyway after a second, though, because they had shifted so that there was new space in front of him. Geoff’s hand rested over his on Ryan’s shoulder, and he smirked as he leaned into the space he had just created. “You seem way too in control for this, Michael.”
“Shit,” Michael laughed, half gasping. “Gonna do something about that, Geoffrey?”
“You can bet your ass I am,” Geoff said, resting his forehead against Michael’s for a second, almost towering over him.
Then Geoff kissed him, closed mouthed at first, until Geoff palmed his crotch and made Michael gasp and tighten his grip on Ryan and Jack.
It was all too much- the hotwarmwet mouths all over him were overwhelming, so Michael totally wasn’t to blame for how he rutted against Geoff’s hand, moaning into his mouth and leaning heavily on Ryan because suddenly his legs didn’t want to hold him up.
Jack chuckled into his shoulder, sliding a hand down Michael’s chest to tug at the button on his jeans, working them open and tugging them down just enough for Geoff to get his hand inside.
Michael moaned at that, gasping, this time into Ryan’s mouth as he took over kissing him. His hips bucked into Geoff’s hand and he bit down on Ryan’s lip as he groaned, back arching as he came out of seemingly nowhere.
“Ohshit-“
“God, Michael.” Geoff laughed, “That was hot as hell- but a bit too soon, you know?”
Michael blinked, trying to clear his head as he huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. Well. Your fault.” He shrugged, trying to regain some of his balance.
“Jesus Christ,” Jack smiled, reaching out and cupping Michael’s jaw, tugging him in to quickly press their lips together. “Up for another round, then? Since we’re all here?”
“Hell yeah,” Michael grinned at them, shuffling around to tug his jeans all the way off. “How’re we gonna do this, though? My plan kinda stopped at getting you all here and getting naked.”
“Technically, you’re the only one naked right now.” Ryan pointed out, and Geoff grinned at him.
“I think that’s a problem that we can solve pretty quickly, though.” Geoff reached out to palm Ryan’s chest, his fingers tugging at the fabric of his shirt. Michael hummed in approval and one-handedly helped Geoff pull his shirt off, immediately pressing himself up against Ryan’s bare chest.
“Ugh, I’ve still got- here, Michael-“ Geoff waved a hand at him and oh, yeah, that was the hand that had been on his cock a minute ago. Also, it was totally still covered in come.
“Oops?” Michael bit his lip before detangling his hand from Jack’s hair to grab Geoff’s wrist. “Here, I’ll-“ He tugged Geoff’s hand closer, tilting his head before licking at his fingers. Geoff’s hand twitched as he licked the come off it, making him tighten his grip as he tilted his hand to get a better angle.
And then he poked himself in the eye with Geoff’s fingers.
Michael burst out into laughter, letting go of Geoff and leaning heavily on Jack as they all erupted into laughter.
“Jesus Christ Michael, that was fucking beautiful,”
“You just- oh my god,”
“Michael, you are one smooth motherfucker, you know that?” Geoff choked out between laughs, and Michael shoved at his shoulder.
“I hate everything, oh god,” Michael groaned, shaking his head and sinking to the floor with a huff. “Also, this wood feels weird when you sit on it without any pants.”
Ryan smirked at him, and Michael frowned until Ryan choked out “I’m sure we could find some better wood for you to sit on,”
“Jesus Christ, Ryan.” Michael laughed. “You’re really not helping, oh my god,”
“No, I was being serious,” Ryan laughed quietly, nudging at Michael.
“Can I just volunteer to be the wood?” Jack grinned, already tugging his shirt off.
Michael laughed for a second before smiling and reaching up to tug at Jack’s pants. “I am so up for that, like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Awesome,” Jack tugged his pants off, turning to accept the condom that Geoff was already pressing into his hand. “You gonna stay on the floor, or-?”
“You know,” Ryan interrupted, “Considering this was kinda my idea…”
“Yeah?”
“You should totally blow me at the same time. If you want.” Ryan shrugged, looking at Geoff, who just rolled his eyes and chuckled.
“Hell yes. But- you won’t feel left out, right Geoff?”
“Michael,” Geoff said, crouching down to cup Michael’s jaw. “You’re fucking adorable. I’ll be fine- can I be the one to prep you, though?”
Michael tilted his head into Geoff’s hand, smiling at him. “Sure. As long as you don’t tease as much as you usually do, asshole,”
“Not gonna make any promises,” Geoff grinned, wrapping an arm around Michael’s waist and pulling him closer to him. Jack sank down next to him, squeezing his hip and exchanging a brief, tender kiss with Geoff.
“Ryan, you wanna keep him occupied?” Geoff said, encouraging Michael to lean back against Jack’s chest as he spoke.
“Sure,” Ryan said, moving in to suck on one of the fresh marks on his neck while Michael wriggled around, trying to give Geoff a good angle. It took a little bit of arranging, but Michael finally ended up cradled in Jack’s lap, his legs spread wide with one of his ankles hooked across Ryan’s, and Geoff’s fingers cool and slick brushing across his hole.
“Shit,” Michael breathed when Geoff twitched the tip of a finger inside him.
“Okay?” Geoff paused, meeting his eyes.
“Yeah- just a little more sensitive than usual,” Michael tipped his head back to rest against Jack’s shoulder, twitching his hips down towards Geoff’s hand to get him moving again.
Geoff was totally being a teasing asshole though, still not working up to two fingers even when Michael rocked down on his finger with a quiet moan. “Come on Geoff, oh my god,” He half-begged, fumbling to grab at his arm as if that would make him speed things up.
“Anything for you, Michael.” Geoff grinned, finally, finally slipping in a second finger and stretching him wide, giving him a second to breathe before teasing in another, angling straight for the spot that made Michael’s back arch.
“Okay, that’s more like it-“ Michael’s voice wavered, breaking off into a high pitched noise that he totally would be embarrassed about when Geoff wasn’t three fingers deep in his ass. “Yeah, yeah- that’s perfect, Geoff- just- fuck me, oh god,”
“Shit, okay-“ Jack stumbled over his words and shifted Michael forwards for a second. Geoff’s fingers slid out of him and Michael whined, even though he knew that it was kind of a necessary step. He didn’t exactly go around shouting it or anything, but it wasn’t entirely a secret that Michael loved the feeling of being stretched wide and fucked right, and shit like this was at least partly to blame for that.
“Come on,” Michael huffed, gasping and clutching at Geoff’s shoulder when he was lifted slightly, fumbling to keep his balance until that didn’t matter anymore, until Jack was thrusting inside him, gentle but not too slow because Jack was the fucking best.
Michael moaned with what was almost relief, twitching his hips back to encourage the hands holding him up- Geoff’s- to let him take Jack in even further.
“Jesus, Michael,” Ryan said, looking at him as if he was some kind of beautiful painting or ancient masterpiece- and Michael totally approved. Michael was a hot motherfucker, but still, he’d much prefer it if Ryan would like, do something about it, instead of just gaping as Michael arched his back and rocked down on Jack’s cock.
“Ryan,” Michael paused to gasp in a breath as Jack helped Geoff lift him up again, making it impossible for him to not dissolve into moans, except for how he totally managed to keep talking. Somehow. “If you want me to blow you, you better get on that.”
Ryan’s eyes flashed and he reached for his belt, stepping closer to Michael. Michael smiled up at him and then leaned back against Jack’s chest, tilting his hips until they got that perfect angle again and finally made even the idea of talking way too complicated for him.
Michael only realised that his eyes had been closed when he opened them to see Ryan stood over him, Geoff’s free hand on settling on his hip once he had brushed the hair out of Michael’s eyes for him. “Still up for this?” Ryan asked, cupping Michael’s cheek and brushing a thumb across his lips when Jack made him moan.
Michael nodded, opening his mouth wider and gasping when Ryan pulled him closer. He nodded again, managing a quick “Ohfuck, yes,” just in case it had been missed the first time. Ryan grinned down at him and hooked his fingers in Michael’s hair, waiting for him to clutch at Ryan’s hip before he angled his cock towards Michael’s mouth.
It was so… easy, so familiar to suck Ryan’s cock, but holy shit- being fucked so good at the same time made everything that much better. Michael bobbed his head and met Ryan’s eyes for a second, squeezing his hip and managing to swirl his tongue to make Ryan moan just before Jack shifted his angle and made Michael do the same.
From there it was like- an endless feedback loop, maybe- Geoff started stroking his cock so slightly out of time with Jack’s thrusts that it had to be deliberate, and Michael really couldn’t stop moaning around Ryan’s cock, which totally made Jack twitch inside him and.
And on and on until Michael was just a desperate mess who couldn’t do anything more than rock between Jack’s dick and Geoff’s fist and let Ryan fuck into his mouth as he moaned and arched his back and lost himself to just how great everything felt.
Ryan pulled back just before he came- Michael had no idea how he knew that Ryan was close, except for how it was kinda inevitable- and Michael tipped his head back, mouth still hanging open with his increasingly loud moans. Ryan looked fucking incredible from that angle, but he didn’t get a proper chance to appreciate it because fucking woah, Ryan came all across his face.
Michael blinked, a jagged groan breaking through his momentary shock before Ryan brushed his thumb across Michael’s mouth. Michael licked at his thumb, nipping at the skin when Ryan made a soft sound that was barely audible over the noises the rest of them were making.
“Shit, Michael,” Ryan said as he collapsed to the floor, running his hands down Michael’s chest.
“Fucking-“ Jack gasped, and then Ryan was leaning in over Michael’s shoulder to kiss him, biting at Jack’s lips and swallowing all of his groans as Michael rolled his hips down. The fingers clutching at him tightened for a second and Michael whined, arching against Jack’s chest and choking out a moan.
“Gonna come too, Jack?” Geoff said, trying to keep his voice even and steady and wavering slightly when Michael thrusted up into his hand.
Jack let out a muffled groan and switched to mouthing at the crook of Michael’s neck, leaving Ryan free to start talking again. “Shit, you look so fucking good- he feels great, doesn’t he, Michael?”
“Ohfuckyes-” Michael gasped, words coming out all in a rush before he moaned long and loud, grinding his hips down desperately. “Jack, oh my god,”
“Michael, shit-“ Jack was barely understandable as he broke off into a groan, clutching Michael tight as he came inside him, thrusting deep into him one last time. He slumped against Michael’s back for a moment before Michael turned, frantically pulling him into a searing kiss and moaning brokenly when Jack slipped out of him.
“Come on, come on, come on- guys, I need-“ Michael babbled, looking first at Ryan and then Geoff, moving to grab at his cock before Geoff stopped him with a surprisingly steady hand.
“Hang on, Michael-“
“What?” Michael half hissed, staring at Geoff, wide- eyed.
“Ryan got to come on your face and I’m kinda jealous,” Geoff squeezed his wrist, meeting his eyes and biting his lip.
“Shit,” Michael shuddered, swinging his leg back over Jack’s lap so he was kneeling next to Geoff, brushing a hand through Jack’s hair on his way. “Okay, okay- fucking-“
Geoff grinned at him, already standing up and starting to stroke his cock. “You can- touch yourself then, by the way,”
“Thank Christ,” Michael breathed, fumbling for the bottle of lube and slicking up his fingers quickly, slipping three in at once and moaning before he realised that that probably wasn’t exactly what Geoff had meant.
“Welp, that works too-“ Geoff’s voice was increasingly breathy as he stared at Michael, his hand speeding up on his dick and making him moan wonderfully.
Michael laughed slightly, tilting his head up towards Geoff and stroking his cock in time with the fingers he was working deeper into himself, teasing the tip of a fourth as he groaned breathlessly. “Come on Geoff- oh fuck,”
“Yeah,” Geoff groaned, tangling his fingers in Michael’s hair to hold him still, Michael’s mouth falling open easily.
Michael’s back arched and he rocked his hips back against his hand before out of nowhere Ryan was muttering “Smile,” and the flash went off on the phone he was holding right next to Geoff’s shoulder, startling Michael into another low moan.
“Now that’s one I want framed and put on the wall, god damn,” Ryan said, sliding his hand up Geoff’s back and pressing his lips to Geoff’s cheek quickly before joining him in staring down at Michael.
“Oh god-“ Geoff’s hips started to twitch into his hand, and Michael knew he was close, was just as close himself, so he arched his back, moaning freely and tilting his head into Geoff’s hand until Geoff curled in on himself slightly, coming across Michael’s face and startling out his own orgasm.
“Holy shit,” Michael breathed, fingers slipping out of himself as he crumpled sideways, managing to land with his head in Jack’s lap. “That was awesome,”
“Yeah,” Geoff panted in agreement. “Fucking yeah.”
“I really do want that picture framed though, oh my god,” Ryan laughed.
“See what we can do- later though, fuck,”
“Yeah,” Geoff repeated, sinking to the floor and pressing up against Michael. “Yeah.”
Chapter 16
Summary:
The bet is won. Handjobs are discussed. Fun.
Notes:
WELP.
Finishing this ridiculously long porn fic the way it started- with no porn. (but there's mavin, if that makes up for it)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Hey, Michael,” Gavin sank down next to him on the couch, curling up and resting his head on Michael’s shoulder.
“Hey Gav,” Michael wrapped his arm around him, glancing away from the TV.
Gavin sighed, meeting his eyes and pulling out his phone, tilting the screen towards Michael until he could see that it was totally the picture from earlier that day, and damn, even though it was just him in the picture it was pretty fucking hot. “I can’t compete with this, wow.”
“I think you could- the shit you managed to pull off was kinda awesome.”
“Michael, you donut.” Gavin prodded at his ribs, slipping his phone back into his pocket with some difficulty. Michael honestly wasn’t surprised at that. Fucking Gavin.
“What?” Michael frowned at him, fumbling for the remote to turn the TV down. It was just reruns anyway.
“I’m trying to tell you that you won, you prick.” Gavin shoved at his shoulder, laughing.
“Wait, really?” Michael grinned at Gavin, “Fucking sweet!”
“Yeah,” Gavin agreed, leaning in and biting his lip, hesitating just long enough that Michael closed the distance himself, still grinning as he kissed him.
“So. Handjobs, then? The only bad thing about this bet is- was, I guess- it’s been ages since we’ve fucked around.” Michael smirked at him, pulling Gavin closer. He couldn’t stop smiling to himself, and decided to go for a slightly delayed victory fist-pump.
“You’re a loser,” Gavin muttered, kissing him again, softer this time. “And sure- but don’t you want a prize?”
“Prize? Fuck, I knew we forgot something- how did we manage to have a bet with nothing to win? What the fuck, man.”
“Your fault, not mine.” Gavin grinned, squeaking when Michael swatted at his leg, which was pretty much just slung over his lap by that point. Fucking Gavin, the cuddly little prick.
“So, what’s my prize then? Have you been planning this since the beginning? You totally fucking have, haven’t you? Oh my god, I hate you.”
“No!” When Michael glared at him, Gavin continued. “No, I actually haven’t. But uh, how would you feel about-“
Gavin trailed off, giggling a little when Michael nudged him. “What? Motherfucker, what the hell.”
Gavin leaned up to kiss him again, wriggling further into Michael’s lap before he spoke. “Since you’re such a bottom-y little prick-“
“Hey- I totally fuck all of you- like, even Ryan. Seriously, Ryan is totally more of a bottom than me- okay, maybe not, but still.”
“You totally are, come on. Like, seriously, I’m surprised you don’t walk around with a butt plug in all the time, you like being fucked that much.”
“Okay, fair.” Michael conceded, blushing a little. That actually sounded like a good idea, which didn’t help.
“So, anyway- how about we all fuck you? Like, take turns and shit.”
Michael’s mouth totally didn’t drop at that. He also didn’t make a really embarrassing high-pitched squeak. None of that happened. At all.
“Yep. Yep yep yep. I’m up for that. Yes. Yes please.” Michael blinked rapidly, biting the inside of his lip to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Shit, this was like, the best idea ever. Better than the bet had been. This was like, better than Christmas. Better than all the Christmases combined.
Gavin grinned at him, kissing him warmly. “Sweet. In a few days then? Since- didn’t you already come twice today? Christ, Michael.”
“Yeah. Doing it tonight probably isn’t the best idea- but fuck; I’m actually like, really looking forward to this.”
“Aww, I’m glad. Gonna be so much fun, right Michael?”
“Yeah, Gav. See, shit like this is why you’re my boi.” Shit, the grin Gavin flashed him felt like he was looking directly into the fucking sun.
“You’re my boi, Michael.” He paused, snuggling impossibly closer to Michael. “So, handjobs then?”
His hopeful little look made Michael burst out in laughter, and he choked out a quick “Yeah, Gav. Sure.” before kissing him again.
Notes:
FIRSTLY:I started this fic back in February thinking it'd only take me a week or so. (Happy fuckin July, Jesus Christ)
Thank you all so much for the support and love this fic has gotten- it's seriously blown me away like I do not have words for how grateful I am. Like, it's pretty fucking incredible. Totally wouldn't have gotten this long if it wasn't for all you cool folks.THAT SAID, you should totally stick around. The six-way/gang bang of epic proportions is totally something I'm gonna write (if I can pull it off, that is) so I'm not quite done with this yet. If you want, you can follow me on tumblr where I'll probably complain about how hard this is gonna be. (Whoops.)
(((also if anyone wants to do that thing where you draw parts of my fic that'd totally make me write quicker. just saying. fuckthatfeelsawkward)))
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