Brian met you the time he walked into the diner after a long mission. He was tired, feet dragging as he plopped down at a random table.
It’s been a while since he visited the diner, which was why he was surprised to see you. The new waitress.
You walked to him, notepad in hand and a big smile on your face as you greeted him and told him you’d be his server for the night.
He honestly didn’t remember a single thing he said about his order. He wasn’t even sure if he ordered his usual meal or drink.
He did remember that he shot you a lopsided grin, tooth gap showing. A few teasing words here and there, and you flirted right back.
Which was the reason why you sat at the table after your shift ended. And also why he asked for your number.
Fast forward to now. He’s excited. Things with you have been going great, despite him not telling you what he did for work. Well, it wasn’t like he could say the truth about killing and stalking people for a paranormal stick man with no face. It was for your well being.
But he still wanted you to meet Tim. His best friend. He took him to the diner and you waved at them from behind the register.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Brian said, “Came by to pick you up. This is Tim.”
Your eyes moved from your boyfriend to Tim, and you gave him a small smile, “Hi.”
Tim nodded, corner of his mouth twitching.
Turning your eyes back to Brian, you smiled at him, “Give me ten minutes. My shift is about to end.”
Brian hummed and tapped the table with his palm once before turning back to Tim as you moved through the tables.
“Pretty, ain’t she?” Brian asked him, noticing that Tim was following you with his eyes.
Tim hummed, “Mm. Didn’t know the diner had a new waitress.”
“Me neither. Found my girl one night ‘n I was hooked.” Brian proudly said with a grin.
Tim grunted, tilting his neck to crack it, “Don’t get sloppy on me. Don’t wanna hear none of that sappy bullshit.”
Brian rolled his eyes, although a smirk threatened to break free on his face, “Just loud and grumpy ‘cause you don’t have a pretty lady waiting at home. Must be pent up as hell.”
“You tell me, fucker.” Tim grunted.
Brian glanced at him, then turned his gaze back on you. You smiled at a colleague before disappearing behind a door, probably to get changed and ready to leave.
An idea formed in his mind.
If a medal for the best friend ever excited, he demanded it with a badge of honour.
After taking you back to his place, he told Tim to stay. Just to get him to know you and unwind. He looked like he needed it.
Now, he had his chin hooked on your shoulder and his arm around your waist, lazily watching his best shove his tongue in your mouth.
Brian was the jealous type. Always has been. But Tim was his best friend and he shared everything with him. It never changed. This meant he wanted to share you with him as well.
Don’t get him wrong. He loved you. You were his pretty girlfriend and he was very possessive of you, but jealousy did not exist when it came to Tim. Which was—
“Are you sure, Bri?” You whined into Tim’s mouth, gaining Brian’s attention.
Brian straightened up before pressing his chest against your back, “Mm. Why d’you ask, doll?”
Tim moved his mouth from yours to your jaw, giving you the chance to talk. You breathed heavily, eyes half lidded.
“Feels like ‘m doing something bad.” You managed to crook out.
Brian laughed quietly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, “And yet you still keep your legs open for Timmy here. That’s some shame you’re feeling, huh?”
You whined again, voice breathy and quiet. Tim had his hand on your hip as he stayed between your legs. His free hand stayed on top of your knee.
“Don’t worry, hun. Doing nothing but making your man happy.” Tim muttered against your neck, “Bri’s a real pervert when he wants to be.”
Brian laughed again, “Woah, thanks man. I’m being so nice to you, sharing my girl. And you’re shaming my name. Some bastard you are.”
Tim’s hand moved from your hip to your tit as he palmed the plush flesh through your shirt, “You’re the bastard here. Keeping this slice of Heaven all to yourself while the rest of us suffer.”
The back of your head hit Brian’s shoulder as small and broken moans left your mouth. Brian cupped your cheek lovingly before tapping your bottom lip with his middle and ring fingers.
You parted your mouth, letting his fingers slip in. Wrapping your lips around them, you sucked.
“From where I’m standing, I’m sharing with you, asshole.” Brian told Tim, “Touch her clit, she loves it. Turns her into putty.”
Tim looked at him over your shoulder, “You sure, man?”
Brian rolled his eyes before reaching over, grabbing Tim’s hand and bringing it between your thighs. Tim’s fingers pressed and rubbed against the thin fabric of your shorts, making you mewl around Brian’s fingers.
“She’s soaked already.” Tim noted, watching his hand as his thumb flicked up and down where your clit would be. He glanced up at you, drinking in your blissed out expression.
“She gets wet easily. It’s like fucking a virgin every time.” Brian said.
Tim huffed a small laugh and muttered a small, “Lucky bastard.” before focusing back on you.
He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, letting the piece of clothing hang over your ankle before falling on the floor.
With nothing on you, he could clearly see your cunt. Throbbing and glistening in the warm light of the living room, it looked hypnotising.
“You can fuck her.” Brian said with a conversational tone. As if he were discussing the weather or what he had for dinner.
“The lady’s okay with it?” Tim asked.
Brian hummed before moving his wet fingers out of your mouth. He patted your cheek condescendingly, “Still with us, sweetie?”
You nodded, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Brian hummed again, “You okay with your new friend fucking you?”
You looked at Tim, keeping eye contact for about three seconds before looking away and nodding. Tim huffed an amused breath.
Brian tutted and grabbed your jaw, making you look back at Tim, “You’re a big girl, honey. You can hold eye contact for more than three seconds. Tell him you wanna be fucked.”
Your cheeks were flushed a deep red and your eyes were glassy and Tim thought he has never seen anything more beautiful than you.
“I wanna get fucked.” You muttered.
Brian patted your cheek, “By who?”
“Fuck me, Tim.” A pause, “Please?”
Brian leaned back into the armrest of the couch with a triumphant smile, “She’s all yours, man. Give me a good show.”
Tim moved fast, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gripping your hips and flipped you around. You squealed as your face dropped to Brian’s chest. Brian’s hands moved to cup the back of your head as he absentmindedly caressed your hair.
“Don’t have a condom on me.” Tim said.
Brian waved his hand dismissively, “Did I ask if you had one? Just go raw.”
Tim grabbed your hips and raised them slightly, making your back arch. Your hands held onto Brian’s shirt as you breathed heavily through your open mouth.
Tim unbuttoned his pants before shoving them down just enough to free himself. He brought the tip to your sticky folds and swiped it between them, coaxing himself with them.
“If it hurts, tell me. ‘Kay?” Tim grunted behind you.
You nodded and hummed, already bracing yourself. Tim slipped just the tip inside and he groaned. Your cunt seemed to open up to accommodate him, but you remained tight enough to make his head spin.
Sinking inch after inch, the burn of the stretch made you feel electricity zap down your legs. Your breath hitched as your eyes grew half lidded.
Tim’s hands stayed on your back and hip, keeping you arched as he bottomed out inside you. Brian was leaning back, watching both of you with an amused smile on his face.
Tim’s hips moved back before thrusting back inside, over and over, until he built a slow but deep and hard pace. With every thrust that made his tip kiss your cervix, a moan was punched out of your mouth.
Your hands grabbed onto Brian’s biceps and he tutted, “It’s okay, angel. ‘M here. Doing so well, making me so proud of you.”
He caressed the top of your head as you kept your face planted to his chest. He looked at Tim as he kept thrusting in and out of you. He looked lost in the pleasure as well; moans and grunts escaping his mouth.
Judging by how pent up he looked, Brian guessed that Tim wouldn’t last long.
“Touch her clit while you fuck her. Makes her cum in seconds.” Brian said.
Tim leaned down on you, chest pressed against your back as he wrapped his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock as his free hand sneaked past your stomach to draw tight circles on your clit.
You gasped, jaw dropped as the coil in your tummy started to tense.
“Fuck! I’m—hah—“ You moaned between gasps of air, “Please, please—“
Tim pressed his mouth to yours, silencing your moans and eating all of ‘em up. When your orgasm crashed over you, he grunted into your mouth as your cunt squeezed him.
“Fuck, good girl. Keep milking me.” Tim grunted on your mouth.
He thrusted faster and your head dropped back to Brian’s chest, body limp as Tim still kept going.
Brian glanced up at Tim, and Tim glanced down at him. Brian grinned before grabbing Tim by the shirt, and brought him down to him.
Tim yelped in surprise, startled, as Brian smashed his lips against his. The kiss was fast and hard and sloppy and drool dripped down from Brian’s chin.
Tim’s hips thrusted against your ass twice before shooting cum straight into your womb, making both of him and you moan.
Brian kissed him for all of his orgasm before moving away and placed the back of his head against the armrest.
a/n: wrote this in one go and not proofread. enjoy this bullshit i just made!
